This is a song about "Die by code"

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

It was my home by i made die

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

Inhale my color purple

Hackers die, code is immortal

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

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

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

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

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

New canvas she need a new stroke

Lambo, roscoe, no street code