This is a song about "I touch you"

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

And touch down when i role into town.

Still kickin' that shit, put your gun down

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

I wonder what is in store for us, you my crush, my heart you touch

When you touch fire you get burned

We left em a world that's cursed

See you, touch you, hear you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Not even let you touch me, why would i let you down my pants?/

I was so bad i couldn't touch, taste, hear or see.

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

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

And didn't try to keep in touch i guess you never missed me