This is a song about "Catch no more"

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

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

Im seated by the floor

And tell 'em there's no more games,no more

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

I don't wanna live no more

Then the world ain't no trick no more

I got soul, there's more in store

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

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

Fuck you, you can’t catch meh no one can,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bang

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

No more appeasing neutralizing bleeding