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.

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

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

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

I don't think it is there fault they are all mislead, i evoke fear in there hearts

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

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

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

I got these tats all on my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.