This is a song about "Street code"

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

The revolution will proceed

Wen i walk down ya street

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

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

Now it's time to eat

G.o.n.z. running down the street

In fact, you're raps a wack cycle, mine cracks the da vinci code

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

Appropriate description of his code is akin to an opiate

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I put it down your throat

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Claiming i rap like i'm street,

But i'm not worried