This is a song about "Zip code"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Decode the code of simone were the beaches waves erode

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

May have a lisp, may have a zip, but i can zigzag through verses/

Its etched in my genetic code forever

The ice ain't really nothing to her

Quick as a zip wire

But that's what he liked her

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

See i live by the code that the mafia wrote

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

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

On the road, soul sold and im mouldy, but know the code

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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