This is a song about "Small o mark is better"

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

My fuckin second verse is over,being too small,rapping to death

Benny is about to reach the twenty eya-eya o

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Cause right now i got my little boy crying

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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