This is a song about "You catching it"

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

You hear it, might as well endear it or fear it.

Got to the end of the tunnel

Catching me is impossible

You blink it's over you better believe it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

If you want it i got it

One night love: i'mma need that

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Catching the shit from all these fucking clowns

After that moscato hit

So you better chart it/

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

You cant even see it