This is a song about "Code names"

The only differences ya'll got are ya names

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

After your names on a tombstone

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

A defense mechanism, what i thought that i lacked

I got so many niggas i can't remember all they names

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

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

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

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

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke