This is a song about "Ameriacan sign lanuguage"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

If this is the right time

If she could just show me a sign

Private plane, my seat recline

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Chasing money in the city of crime

You feel anguish here's the sign

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Fuck u, u don't get a sign of prevalence