This is a song about "Die by code"

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

While i lay back and take a toke of your personal oz of smoke

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Up on phrases i wrote

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

If you wanted a date, don't come

And i know that your supply

It was my home by i made die