This is a song about "Marks"

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Most delectable skin, bare marks of heat, excitement, its a score

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Lashes on my chest, claw marks on my breast, my brain's set to rot.

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god