This is a song about "Question mark"

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Its a rhetorical question,

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

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

All you need is a spark two make your mark

I know my calling's worth like phone card

Slinking through crowds of probable possibilities, sizing my mark

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

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

And dart forth the familiar question/

The quiet kid who only spoke to answer a question

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun