This is a song about "Die by code"

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

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

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

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

Been running around trying find a job

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Half my load, figuring out shit on my own the the dicinchi code,

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

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

Hold in the truth for so long that you eventually explode!

I know you just doing your job

Don't fuk up today. that's not the code.