This is a song about "I touch you"

I'm glad pushin' that envelope, it's mad open

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

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

I dare any nigga to touch her,play kecthup get you spread out

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

Like i said yall cant touch us

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus