This is a song about "Morris code"

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

I grew up looking up to niggas that was selling coke

Get booty set sail on coast inhale no choke exhale no smoke no joke...

His poisons are seeking, overheating set to explode but he's got the code

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Used to find dope in his coat

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

Its etched in my genetic code forever

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Always stay true stick to the g code