This is a song about "Code of the street"

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

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

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

And i'm rhymin' up about all of this shit up in the 'hood 'cuz i'm a street poet,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

The street light was lit on the wrong pole;i drift in the depths of dark

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

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

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

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

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

Leave you severed across the street

Yea i'm missin some sleep