This is a song about "Area code"

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Braggin about my area 51 laminate

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

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

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Im on the defending area and ur offense screwed

I can do it all and it ain't no problem

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

I love the area and all that it do for me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

Y'all can't stick to no g code