This is a song about "Ski 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.

I ski on your niggas, now the zombies awaken

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

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

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

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

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.