This is a song about "Mark lancaster"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Trying to get his life together, or what not

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard

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

Million, maybe, question mark that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

See i let my nigga split that

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark