This is a song about "Code cezlx"

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Been running around trying find a job

In fact, you're raps a wack cycle, mine cracks the da vinci code

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

Most anger is built up, my whole crew is code breakers,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

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

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

But i am trying to find a way to get you a-loan (car note)

His poisons are seeking, overheating set to explode but he's got the code