This is a song about "Catching bodys"

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

Catching me is impossible

As i light one for ill will

I went slow, and said go low go low, so i did and than are bodys went in a perfect flow,

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

We dig the plot and never bury pot

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

It was time to return the favor, by catching his ass with a surprise

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies