This is a song about "Looking for a sign"

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

I'm not looking for a label to sign me,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

It's a sign of the massive climb we face, aiming for the stars their minds are brave

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

It's about a little peasant who was just looking for glory

Now im gettin more rings than bill russel in an audi

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

I’m a top tier nigga looking for respect

My neighbors turn to my cousins

There a sign of excellence,

I'm looking for a battle you're tempo's a rattle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Hop off the bus

Looking for a purpose