This is a song about "Writing code"

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

Checking in code, while swigging straight rum

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

If morse code is easier then this verse i will beep

Instead of writing a rap, writing an essay

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

I fucking hate this job

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

This info locked up , code can't be cracked

I can feel your heart beating fast