This is a song about "Catching bodys"

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

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

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

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

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

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

That's how i got the weed spot

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live