This is a song about "Heavenly touch"

But i'm a serial killer, emotions never been in touch

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

With ocd yall cant touch me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

Dan ghostt with the heavenly forces that wraparound him.

Fresh out the airport

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Steady to sulk heavenly bolts of electrical volts especially on impulse

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

So y'all can cope n' touch

Never agree with that message

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Competitively spit heavily a heavenly entity