This is a song about "Can t be touched"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

She can be my sleeping beauty

My head wasn't raised

Can freedom be explained?

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Like a chick who can t cum if you cant write hot bars then rent one

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Thinking they hot as can be,

As i light one for ill will

I can sing an be humble

You can be my crazy wife

Don't give a fuck, litter life

I can be the fucking best

Beach on the weekend

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

But if i could just hear from god and be touched