This is a song about "Mark von frankenstine"

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

No wonder why when times get hard

Million, maybe, question mark that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Ballin til the buzzer blow

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

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

When love comes callin', don’t love back

You shook my world and it felt apart

Rapping bout things that leave mark

A mark on my fucking heart go ahead

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check