This is a song about "Code"

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

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

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

His poisons are seeking, overheating set to explode but he's got the code

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.