This is a song about "Touch"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

And i been all around the world

When you touch fire you get burned

Can't touch me i'm out your reach, denied

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

Can’t you hear that

And he'll touch your knee cap

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

The plight of a rapper or whatever

No one can fucking touch us

I wouldn't be famous