This is a song about "Mark reiland"

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Forever hop cause it don't stop... on my block

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

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

And then along came the wrong man for her

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Can't smile, take a picture, gotta frown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Get loose like a jew when i do rhyming