This is a song about "Catch a little buzz"

Obi-wan call me ani, catch a roadrunner; acme

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

I'm a catch 21, this close to nothing

That's what's up! i'll catch your wackness fresh on a camera

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga