This is a song about "Dotted line signs"

To this flow and these signs,

All the time with this glock of mines

I don't know what to do so i throw some illuminati signs

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

So i signed my name and dotted my i's but only on her chest.

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

Thought i was looking at the right signs

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

When clouds make words.. i call 'em air signs.

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine