This is a song about "Mark stef rob mg dan nick"

Lady g, willy b in time

Dan ghostt always on his grind, when i rhyme,

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

The man just laughs and says "there was no rob"

I get my cake; i love hip hop

I'm from the number one place on the map

Million, maybe, question mark that

Rapping bout things that leave mark

So rest your weary heart

Trying to rob my lyrical bank,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone