This is a song about "Mod mark"

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

Unless you make a mark on the calendar,

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Missed the mark so nearly, clearly and sincerely

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

I'm tryna feel the vibe of mona lisa, studying art

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

I was born to do the damn thing

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

Before you receive a hit, mark it down.

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

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark