This is a song about "Nick signs"

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Thought i was looking at the right signs

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Nick all the worlds childrens presents

I pop one, you pop one

There are always signs? my friend left none,