This is a song about "Bro code"

Now they in the trap-house with some guns that they done borrowed

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

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

He's quick as lightning, writes code in a snap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Motivated just from being broke

Used to find dope in his coat

And bro, you've been deposed