This is a song about "Writing code"

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

I'm off the wrong road

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load