This is a song about "Dress code"

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

That turns out to be dress. hold up!

On they car note to go to the club

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

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

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

I don't care what it did to them

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

He screens every call and remember the blue dress