This is a song about "Signature"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

So manic, a rampant rant a signature of the

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Ain't afraid to go insane don't you know it's my signature?

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Cut her up, leave the scene and my signature

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest

Her pimp, walked up to her with his signature limp

And take these official papers and start doing your signature"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Got on my signature paint