This is a song about "Skide marks"

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

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

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

I got these tats all on my arms

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

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot