This is a song about "No touching"

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

No monopoly type flow, no chance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

// [oh no i won't back down, oh no]

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

No fear, no cheer, all gloom

You can pick the next room

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

So here i am at the store for some chips

No conscience, no need for resilience