This is a song about "Mark reynolds birthday"

But i ain't get to see you today

But it was ma birthday yesterday,

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

You ain't even call me on my birthday

A cocaine measurer, part time lover

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

And there's no way i can pay you back

Million, maybe, question mark that

He died on my 16 birthday,

So close i could give flip a play

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Guess i'll meet her right back at start