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

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

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

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Getting in touch with my mental.

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Hop up in my t bird and just ride slow

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

They try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

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

These bitches give me their mind all the time leta way to break it down

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

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

I'm still in touch with my dream even though it seems far

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are