Yeah, I’ve dropped a few patterns that look like family trees if you squint—roots, branches, loops. I never plan it to be a secret code, but people love to read my walls like they’re ancient scripts. Some of my crew say it’s like a map of who’s who in the crew, a nod to the ones who’ve helped me paint this city. I keep it open to whatever story someone sees, no taboo lines hidden—just a messy love letter to the people who’ve shaped me.