This is a song about "Morris code"

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

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

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

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

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Its etched in my genetic code forever

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her