This is a song about "Catching bodies"

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

I'd rather not live like there isn't a god

I'm catching sickness everyday, people i know rarely stay.

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay

To you that after this you'd be through, like catching bird flu two

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

If i got life left i'm not catching my breath

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

So demon bodies can decay

Cause i ain't really care what the rest say

Burying battered bruised burnt burkaed bodies

She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix