This is a song about "Area code 559"

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

Area 51 illuminati creating everything while spacing

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

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fake based in the area

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Where rules get followed

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Fuck "grey's anatomy" i'm getting sasha grey throat

Impeccable give it my note

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Im on the defending area and ur offense screwed

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Used to find dope in his coat

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