This is a song about "Try catch my bars"

Little more weed, first class seats

Reloading my bars like magazines

House hidden, drop tops the sofas match

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

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

My bars are lethal like barbiturate drugs

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

I catch a cold from my fridgid flow,

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My bars are hard 'n' fast

Catch your mom in my home, with my cock,

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign