This is a song about "Java loops code"

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

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

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Lyrics hotter then lava, spit mixed with java

I fucking hate this job

Y'all can't stick to no g code

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you

Eat froot loops, i'll have a bowl, maybe two

Impeccable give it my note

Don't fuk up today. that's not the code.

Crazy mode, do you know the crazy code

Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin blowed

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

Cool and calm, y'all gnawing on the fruit loops

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I'll feed lupus into your beat's loops and retool the spool backwards