This is a song about "My cousin mark"

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

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

He was my cousin and he was there for me

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Watch out for my diacritical mark.

My mark starts via a vita to leave a fat dent,

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

Don't need an x to mark it, know where i put my treasure