This is a song about "Make money and catch a mother fucking body"

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

Get a little bit a this and bitches cannot catch me

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Either way we body for money

But you’re my fucking mother

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I' ll call you jeremy shocky, you might catch a body

And i didn't know what condescending meant till yesterday

And for my dream i'll catch a body if you get in my way