This is a song about "Mark lame"

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again

And it makes me feel one way, lame,

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Hard to differentiate vaughn and this cocky lame

Lame hair that i gotta oppose.

No, no, we are not those

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe