This is a song about "Shoot them signs"

Who shoot them back at me

Bait baby, wait baby

When clouds make words.. i call 'em air signs.

Wale they call me tiger stripes

As i seenobody cares about my history

Many signs of potential and originality

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Cuz id be lyin and yall be fine chase bread with my dog muthafucka felines

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

Can't hold it off any longer shoot every single one of them

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

When i get my hands on nines

To this flow and these signs,