This is a song about "Mark my word"

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

And getting money is the song i sing

My word of promise being consumed by the darkness

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Im true to my word and spit real stuff

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Word to my competition step ya fucking game up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs

When "stop" is my best word of advice..

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Hope all over again, we can start

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

Got a nigga tangle in your spider web

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead