This is a song about "Bar code"

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

Motherfucker i ain't never broke

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I now raisie the bar higher

Its etched in my genetic code forever

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

Spent a long time coming up this road

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Been running around trying find a job

Always stay true stick to the g code

Around my way, i'm cut throat

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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