This is a song about "Signs"

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

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

You see now that nigga lonely

Theirs many signs that you may see,

Your friends sees you only as dollar signs.

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Wale they call me tiger stripes

To this flow and these signs,

Throwing up illuminati signs just for attention

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

All drinks on me like a fuckin' coaster

And these people are signs, that it's not over/