This is a song about "Mark sloan"

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

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

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Making our mark vol.1 coming soon

Rapping bout things that leave mark

Hope all over again, we can start

Place a certain exclamation mark,

From the time that you stole my heart