This is a song about "Code cezlx"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

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

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

But some toke, do a little coke, laugh have a good time, life's a joke,

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

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

This motha fucka crowed

Y'all can't stick to no g code