This is a song about "Mark wallburg"

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

All you need is a little spark to make your mark

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

Unassisted when i write, mark twain eminem

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun