This is a song about "Postal code"

Been running around trying find a job

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

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

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

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

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

Its etched in my genetic code forever

Listen to every word that i slur

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Most anger is built up, my whole crew is code breakers,

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players