This is a song about "Skide marks"

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

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Silent ghosts can still leave marks.

I got these tats all on my arms

I'm here to make intangible marks like signatures in invisible ink.

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

Then you left marks on my life i cant erase,