This is a song about "Signs say flatline"

All the time with this glock of mines

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

Theirs many signs that you may see,

I delete they history

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

One moment he shows signs of being mature

Hold up, maryland, i am so tour

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

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

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

When i get my hands on nines

When clouds make words.. i call 'em air signs.

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Wish for a prophecy, hope for fewer bad signs