This is a song about "Signs"

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

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

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

I try to figure out the signs

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

Untangling your signs is undertaking my mind

Trying to be a fucking legend, the man of mankind

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I'm never picking sides, these picket signs are killing wicked minds,

But for long time i had gone cold

Signs of you getting smoked