This is a song about "Dont touch her"

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

So competition cant touch

No one can fucking touch us

Probably be dirt rich and worthless

Get a whole lot of you-know and she bald like an eagle

My fist will meet your face, beatin meat in her face, dont fuck wit people

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

Double m self made we forever rich

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

With ocd yall cant touch me

Cause all i want is you, baby

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

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir