This is a song about "Die by code"

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Old school til i die no reason to testify im satisfied by multi syllable rhymes

When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fightnigga my girlfriend, though we separated at times

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Impeccable give it my note

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

It was my home by i made die

For you to die, oh snap, here comes by battle axe, now i bet you feel as small as

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Then i get hit by a car and die

By a rope tied up, never gonna cry or die

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby