This is a song about "Cant touch dis"

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I do dis for my niggas and city

Lost in the rain

Dis-able it in shame

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

See you, touch you, hear you

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Now fck with dis rhyme pace,well u can never catch me in dis race!,

When my competition ain't much

So y'all can cope n' touch

Before dis nigga pounce

Yo we get the dank and bounce