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

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

In a collision, i see their ambition

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

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

My scythe don blessed ya made a mess, much to your dread

As i take you through a ghetto nigga's lullaby

Boys don seen me. fly so high i need stop it hell is my

They fiend in the door

You don;t thin anymore

We used a andy warhol to paint the decor

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

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree