This is a song about "Gang signs"

Fly bitch gang we did that

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

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

Fitting ya without ma gang

But let me inspire someone who can

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Untangling your signs is undertaking my mind

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

By a gang called the police

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

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