This is a song about "Stop sign"

Looking up, waiting for the right sign

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

You reflect in this heart of mine

In my quest for deftness, i chose to sign-

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

She didn’t know it was a sign or gesture

Well, um, there's a but

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

I got bars for days i should sign to good music

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,