This is a song about "Marks gay"

And we'd laugh at the time id never think your gay

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

"you already wrote the gay song

Most times when a liquor all gone

Those faggots won the gay off

Speed up, patience, please cause

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

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

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

I got these tats all on my arms

I want to feel her in every way

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Eighth grade i got a message on facebook from a gay,

Ambition is definitely on the way

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

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