This is a song about "Heavenly touch"

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

So i know you act right for the heavenly mass// i never believed in yolo// i'm like

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

By this being that is to be describe as a heavenly construct.

Is still heavenly im trapped but still got magic skills

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

So competition cant touch

When my competition ain't much

Getting in touch with my mental.

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

See you, touch you, hear you

Can't touch me, can't even close

Guess i’m different than most

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch