This is a song about "Killing shit that i touch"

I like big butts and i cannot lie

I got that shit, that makes you high

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

So i think about the future with dreams that i can touch,

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

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

They vaguely decipher my language

All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Fuck that all i see is a hood rat id never ever touch smack

Hayden: dont touch me! the fact that i didnt kill you already means your lucky

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

We be in the party like we own that bar

Thought i was killing shit when my game was just at par