This is a song about "Mark lane"

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Barely merged, swerved, and heard the other lane

From trying ride life in the fast lane

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

Your body's right as rain

Tryina live life in the slow lane

Million, maybe, question mark that

Where the black girls get their weaves back

From these monsters in my brain i be swerving in my lane

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Look at you... going down helm street lane,

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

And my bank account look just like a phone card