This is a song about "Monica and mark wedding"

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

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

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Million, maybe, question mark that

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Place a certain exclamation mark,

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Wedding ring, show me the wedding ring, but the birds won't sing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

One day we're perfect, planning out our wedding day.

And i ain't trying to hear what you wanting to say