This is a song about "Morse code"

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

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

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

So police say it was suicide, suspiciously walks by the murder scene with his hooded coat

Learn it by the g code, fire under them street clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

Shit said silently yah the code i speak is morse,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

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