This is a song about "Heavenly touch"

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Getting in touch with my mental.

I'm mental, it's instrumental

To jamaicans in the bronx, hope for heavenly gates,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

My mama smoked so god damn much

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

Learn to adjust, please stop sitting on every dick you touch,

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

With ocd yall cant touch me

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy