This is a song about "Nice touch"

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Never agree with that message

Never wrong at any level

Getting in touch with my mental.

With ocd yall cant touch me

Fuck fame, fuck money

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

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

When my competition ain't much

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

We could go someplace nice

And when i start to rise

Trying to give them light and a message

So competition cant touch