This is a song about "The catch"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Y'all niggas can't catch up to the fact that we're lyrical,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

You'll never catch me in the next man's sweater

You couldnt catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer,

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

I only catch the coy

My team winning that's a fact boy

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Stay up at night catch a sight of the bright light

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Got the a.k ,it will catch you

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

With my ship the ocean clashes, before my eyes i catch it