This is a song about "Mark zuckerburg"

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

Million, maybe, question mark that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

So agressive they were, they'd diss you, leavin' you wit' a mark//

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

Make your mark all over the town

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I got a big fear of flying

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Mark it, raise the price an charge it