This is a song about "Stop sign"

There a sign of excellence,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

You got to have your game tight

Stop sign eyes, cross-hairs on a sight/

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

It's my time to shine, and it's a sign that my rhymes

Am i fighting for the right thing god give me a sign

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

She didn’t know it was a sign or gesture

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

It's a big sign that i'm not wanted around

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

Every punch need line, for every dollar sign,

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

I shine, you shine, so we shine

In my quest for deftness, i chose to sign-