This is a song about "Dotted line signs"

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

You never want to understate my rhymes, just underline all the signs

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Render you washed ashore target tuned, in, red dotted point of view ending you,

There is a light that shines

To this flow and these signs,

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

I try to figure out the signs

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Can you faggots keep up line for line

Thought i was looking at the right signs

I'm standing on the field full of land mines