This is a song about "Code"

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Shit said silently yah the code i speak is morse,

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Most anger is built up, my whole crew is code breakers,