This is a song about "School dress code"

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

On top of that, i’m broke

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

Dress differently, should make your own fashion.

With a little bit of passion

Hackers die, code is immortal

She grabs the yellow bottle

I promise i'mma call you back

They way i dress is mad.

To the 'r'. ruin niggas hopes of success

My girl's looking gorgeous in a whore's dress