This is a song about "Mark sucks ball"

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Wanna fuck em all

Schools out, its time to ball.

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

And we can't fall

From the bench to the ball

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

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Making our mark vol.1 coming soon

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

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

That's why it sucks so bad

Whether teddy or pat