This is a song about "Don t touch my r"

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

College degree, scores on my s a t, shit, please,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Getting in touch with my mental.

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly