This is a song about "Ski marks"

I did a clinch with devil in my heart to leave my every hinge that will save me from these darts

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

You haters put up your guards

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

I got my ski mask and my black gloves on

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.

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

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

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,