This is a song about "Catching body"

Hopin' that my niggas see

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

Body after body i watch them drop

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Overspread my whole body

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Look it something they can't ever see

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Walk blind into a line or fight

Your body with a spike

Some say skillz is the reason why these nigas catching feelings.

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

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