This is a song about "Die by code"

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Always stay true stick to the g code

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

You see the devil is alive but he work slow

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago

Its etched in my genetic code forever

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

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