This is a song about "Mark seekings"

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Making our mark vol.1 coming soon

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Place a certain exclamation mark,

February cold as my heart

Rapping bout things that leave mark

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

So if i do call it's just a check