This is a song about "Try catch my bars"

Trust me, if my niggas pitch, i can't catch

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

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

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Every night of my life doesn't align with bein' online sprayin' bars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

And your readin my bars

And i got holy bars bitch, don't even try to diss this

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

It's making it hard for me to catch my breath

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine