This is a song about "Signs"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Protesters are wavin’ picketing signs, these are different times,

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

To show my signs of stardom rise on a basis

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

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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

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

To this flow and these signs,

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Staples signs to the maples up so nobody suspects.

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

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

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

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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