This is a song about "Mod mark"

You bite my lip cause you like to leave your mark,

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

Place a certain exclamation mark,

No gimmick: real time, real heart

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

That's right period or question mark (anybody)

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

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark