This is a song about "Bar code"

Its etched in my genetic code forever

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

But you insist on going bar for bar, that'd be

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

She prayed on me passing that bar

'bout to get my other car

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

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

And once you at a bar

I'm in my other car