This is a song about "Mark the night"

We turnt up in the studio late night

I seem to love these whips - a white

Nother cold dark lonely on the road night,

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

They was on that mase shit

Rapping bout things that leave mark

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Girl i don’t want to rush tonight

And i'll be singing through the night.

Make your mark all over the town

Promise if you hold me down