This is a song about "Quotation 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.

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

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