This is a song about "Signs"

I mean of course just the same old

Signs of you getting smoked

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

Hard to move on when you always regret one

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Don't bully me i can now tell those signs

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

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

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

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

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Development to try make it intelligent, irrelevant. signs of the subject