This is a song about "Writing code"

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

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

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

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

I just wanna be higher than that

He's quick as lightning, writes code in a snap

She grabs the yellow bottle

Hackers die, code is immortal

And then along came the wrong man for her

Its etched in my genetic code forever

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Wake up then i go to sleep. that's life. just stick to the code.

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

This be the realest shit i ever wrote