This is a song about "Hitting liqs stacking brick catch a case no it ain t me"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

It ain’t no crime, i only catch the coy

2 of her friends in the back boy

Now it's a catch 22 and this ain't no drill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

But you'v got the face of a brick

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

Niggas ruin your plans, it’s best to do what you can

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground