This is a song about "Catching bodys"

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching

And no matter what they do, there will never be another you

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

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

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

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

Catching me is impossible

Shout out them strippers who hustle

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my