This is a song about "Catch me out her with sol stones as above so below"

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

Sifting swiftly slipping with sacred stones

Catch me in the kitchen whippin with a gold pot

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Atc be below me man

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I check her out as i'm filing through her documents/

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

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse