This is a song about "Code red"

Lifes not all fair, work till we fall dead

Watch your body turn indian red,

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Im trying to see her in bed

Covered the room in splattered red,

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

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

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