This is a song about "Gang sign"

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

Save some, save none at the same time

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

You feel anguish here's the sign

By a gang called the police

No key for release

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

People tryna get out the gutter so they sign

Putting down in different projects at the same damn time

There a sign of excellence,

Without the sound of guns

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Gang banging with bloods and crips

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Dedicate my time , to the dollar sign