This is a song about "Code of the street"

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Who's from, the other side of the street, we bury it,

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

Evil like the opposite of the dark night in the darkest night under a bright street light

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Fly as ricky steam boat