This is a song about "Catch a body"

Trip, and then you never snitch

Throw your body in a ditch

I'm a catch 21, this close to nothing

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

Light skinned hell of a body

But make sure if they do see

My heart exists as a miracle organ pumping death throughout my body,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Head rush, a feel like your leaving your body

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

Cops running, thinking its a bloody missing body

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see