This is a song about "Catch"

He dont want the diamonds

You ll catch some mean lumps

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

But i just wanna make love to your mind

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

If you're cognizant, you need to catch up,

Flow on my wavelength catch what im about

Back wood, the tree i’m ashing out

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Trust me, if my niggas pitch, i can't catch

This summer gone be mine though

Catch me riding solo