This is a song about "Bar code"

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

I fucking hate this job

I know i've came so far

Drunken bastard from a bar

Always stay true stick to the g code

Around my way, i'm cut throat

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

To reds i ain't know how to act

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Just listen to this bar,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Bar fresher than a motherfucking peppermint

Said when i do dirt wit her

I now raisie the bar higher