This is a song about "Area code 352"

Ever since then i had no job

Always stay true stick to the g code

Targaryen bitch i'm wormtongue, flee rohan and move to a different area

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

This is freaking awesome

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

Never realize the precious time that bitch niggas is wasting