This is a song about "Mark von frankenstine"

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

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

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Cause everytime you come around

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

I'll #stretch this #mark like belly fat

Folarin said we 6 million and running

Had to change his name from anto to mark to nothing

Rapping bout things that leave mark

They don't hear the bark

You will never leave your mark, use a coaster

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem