This is a song about "Signs say flatline"

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

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

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

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

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

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

I'm standing on the field full of land mines

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

Throwing up illuminati signs just for attention

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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