This is a song about "Catching bodys"

Catching all these fishhhhh with a rod

He say, she say, oh my god

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

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Cause everytime i grab the mic i make bodys rock

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

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

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,

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

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