This is a song about "Nice touch"

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Can't touch me, can't even close

Someone who could calm me with just a touch

When my competition ain't much

Does getting this prestige disease mean even you have lost touch?

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

To come and change my life around

And touch down when i role into town.

So y'all can cope n' touch

Yeah, we get this cabbage

I’m on these niggas mind like lice

Don't tail me, nah i won't play nice

See you, touch you, hear you

It's really not an issue