This is a song about "Vital signs"

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

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

I never fit in with them light skins

I'll finger punch ur vital organs

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Wicked lines thicker than vines, sicker than despicable signs

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

When i get my hands on nines

I try to figure out the signs

Gimmie fame and vital organs

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

The holy bible is the only vital sacred text

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

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