This is a song about "Dress code"

I just play my part make moves like chess

Do it for the girls in the tight dress

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Shorty been fly forever, these bitch's parachutes broke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Remember meeting you in those italian heels and that designer dress

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

On top of that, i’m broke