This is a song about "Mark stratton"

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

Bad bitches never loved them though

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

No wonder why when times get hard

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

All you need is a spark two make your mark

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I know a little girly from uptown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.