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

Every time my feet touch ground you know it's a touchdown,

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

She was wet off the bat

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

I have your hearts as if i stabbed it with a spear

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

Getting in touch with my mental.

As i light one for ill will

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

My position improving, not to mention

Soaked smelly t-shirt, let my heart do a spin.