This is a song about "Catch up"

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Runnin from the system , soon it'll catch up/ my life with the homies/ down for

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Would catch up to you, pac and biggie, reminisce on memories,

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

You cooking pork anyway, i ain't into to swine

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

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

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Stay up at night catch a sight of the bright light

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

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

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

Im on another level, and your winded trying to catch up