This is a song about "Mark is better"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Million, maybe, question mark that

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Place a certain exclamation mark,

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Rihanna's is better, like how she got popular

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Hoping the tommorow is better, but does it really matter

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

The more i practiced is more i will get better