This is a song about "G money signs"

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child

Untangling your signs is undertaking my mind

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Thought i was looking at the right signs

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Look it something they can't ever see

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Trying to be a cool g

C’mon and let’s chill baby

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

One moment he shows signs of being mature

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature