This is a song about "Dotted line 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,

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

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

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Many signs of potential and originality

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I'm just here to have a good time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

Untangling your signs is undertaking my mind

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

Wale they call me tiger stripes