This is a song about "Mark rushe"

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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

I just want somebody i can see

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

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

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark