This is a song about "Mark sloan"

Want the title but im always fighting under card

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

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

Million, maybe, question mark that

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

All you need is a spark two make your mark

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I don't want it on my back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat