This is a song about "Bar code"

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

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,

Waiting for me to raise the bar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

I guzzle up at the bar

I'm a fucking rap star

Just listen to this bar,

That gyal want mi ride har

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

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them