This is a song about "Try catch my bars"

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

60. my bars have been plastering,

What up girl, tell me how you been

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

My bars are bringing fans closer

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Catch my adrenaline, god's best created specimen,

Its your loss if you pause, rewind try to catch the flaws, stop and you get no love,

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm igniting my bars lately