This is a song about "Catch up tv 4od"

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

Those i looked up to on tv, right now they're beneath me

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

So unzip the bra be in awe from the nipple

Y'all niggas can't catch up to the fact that we're lyrical,

But five years from now i bet she see

I miss my cable tv

It's a roller coaster babe, and sometimes i catch myself throwing up,

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

And catch up from behind like a punt of heinz

Times flying way too fast for me to catch up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck