This is a song about "Zip code"

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

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Shit said silently yah the code i speak is morse,

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Lambo, roscoe, no street code

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Or decoding morse code while driving on the free road

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat