This is a song about "I m hot to the touch"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

The way i drop your spine like i got maestro's touch

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Half your body laying on my chest

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Atop the pyramid, i'm on my i m pei dreams

Hot so imma put you to sleep in the lot while i stop and pop like this

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Now i m getting bored and started to write this shit...

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I"m the designated driver

Baby, you know who you are