This is a song about "Mark swallows"

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

Hope all over again, we can start

Rapping bout things that leave mark

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Reduction in quality by economy swallows me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

Darkness swallows... no fucking light they can see

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

That's not the reason, he swallows the semen, but he stays prayin' like a deacon,

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

I know my calling's worth like phone card

22350 nigga on the block, kill him hands down

Make your mark all over the town