This is a song about "Die by code"

I never thought any of my friends would die by it.

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

They call me spy, wonder why cos you y'all die by summer

She looks like a model

Hackers die, code is immortal

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

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

I fucking hate this job

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Hello in these past few rhymes i have revealed my life i wrote no sugar coat

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

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

So keep fronting till my peeps come

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

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code