This is a song about "Decode"

No need to decode, but yeah sometimes the truth blows and you trade blows

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Even if i have to decode a dictionary in order to travel

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

Behold, got shit even paramore can't decode/