This is a song about "Signs"

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

There are always signs? my friend left none,

You know, the street kinds, ain't no peace signs,

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

Time to get her bags get ghost

Signs of you getting smoked

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

I don't know what to do so i throw some illuminati signs

Untangling your signs is undertaking my mind

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Throwing up illuminati signs just for attention

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin