This is a song about "G money signs"

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

Thought i was looking at the right signs

I try to figure out the signs

There is a light that shines

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

Malia family, we the family

We call each other homie g,

You know, the street kinds, ain't no peace signs,

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Many signs of potential and originality

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see