This is a song about "Dont touch my food"

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Shorty i'm just saying that your effort makes you edible

Level never will these niggas ever touch my pedestal

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

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Cocktails, fuckin' toss one in your apartment dog

Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought

Getting in touch with my mental.

So pretentious with no potential

Treat my lyrics like the fucking food you eat and i'll keep you,

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach