This is a song about "Die by code"

She grabs the yellow bottle

Hackers die, code is immortal

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Up on phrases i wrote

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

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

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

But i gotta pay homage to my name, kilos, kilos of coke

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