This is a song about "Area code"

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Im on the defending area and ur offense screwed

Don't fuk up today. that's not the code.

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I love the area and all that it do for me

New to the area, see me on arrival

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

Always stay true stick to the g code

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

So muthafuck the system

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum