This is a song about "Catch us flexing"

Although thought that we would grow

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

Catch me riding so solo

Who real bitches check me out though

But you cant catch us homie we flipping speed bon bons

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Tryin fuckin knock us and lock us

Niggas talk with limited service

Something wicked this way come

Catch you one get you some

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Catch me writing offensive lyrics, catch you with a purse

Flexing in his picture, tryna make his muscles stick up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?