This is a song about "Mark is better"

Your destiny is a recipe for better things

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

I flash smiles at the mean looks

My raps is better then yours

You better hide because this is my last warning

Some niggas slept on me but i dont see the snoring

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Nobody is better than anyone else.nothing is something

I got something you've been waiting for

The more i practiced is more i will get better

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//

Hoping the tommorow is better, but does it really matter

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for