This is a song about "Area code 559"

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

I love the area and all that it do for me

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

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

We bring that pain and spit that truth from area to area,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road