This is a song about "Code names"

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

Its etched in my genetic code forever

Listen to every word that i slur

And i'm still climbing

Cause both names keep rising

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Been running around trying find a job