This is a song about "Code"

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Wake up then i go to sleep. that's life. just stick to the code.

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

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

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

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

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Always stay true stick to the g code

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Its etched in my genetic code forever

Listen to every word that i slur

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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