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

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

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

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

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

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

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

I'm modest, and humble

Catching me is impossible

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

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

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

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

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

That means i have no block