This is a song about "Mark lancaster"

And my bank account look just like a phone card

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I was born to do the damn thing

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

Now you got me hopped up on that

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark