This is a song about "Dress code"

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

They reign when it comes to charades, the truths not in morse code!

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I only wanna kiss, and to buy you a prom dress

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Its etched in my genetic code forever

My girl's looking gorgeous in a whore's dress

They at the same spot they making no progress