This is a song about "Sign in"

And the v12, that's on various trips

There a sign of excellence,

No sign of you anywhere, i felt a pain in my neck

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

I sign a petition, lie to my physician

Riding around without a fuck given

Inside is where you will finally see the sign

On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time

You feel anguish here's the sign

Would look at us all the time

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Sign this investment to see your soles shine in stepping