This is a song about "Catch no more"

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor

// [you (don't hurt me no more)]

If you can't look up at yourself

No more prison and cells

The longer you sleep the more i catch up

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Ain’t no crime, i can only catch the coy

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

No more money, no more fame

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

I miss ya... cuz your here no more,

Who did it before

Aint no room for one more