This is a song about "Catch a bodu"

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

But i - somehow, some way

Like im bout catch, a halfway

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

Step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

Finished mean done, and done mean dead

Catch a opp in one minuet

I'm on the highway to hell but i can't catch a ride,

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied