This is a song about "Catcher in the rye"

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

Going in the wrong direction until the vibes kick in

The realist in the game

With my name on em: that’s a damn shame

In the heat of the summer,

Catchdubs you a motherfucker

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

And by the way i'mma start

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Riper than italian rye

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

In the face of the outside.

He got hit up that same night

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Riper than italian rye