This is a song about "Signs"

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

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

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

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

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

Thought i was looking at the right signs

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

All the time with this glock of mines

To this flow and these signs,

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

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