This is a song about "Vital signs"

Thought i was looking at the right signs

All the time with this glock of mines

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

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

I begged for his survival cause me needing him is vital.

Signs of you getting smoked

New canvas she need a new stroke

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Vital information for survival,

Cause people are vital so that monsters are fed

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

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

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