This is a song about "Touch"

On that red-eyed kush flight

Your touch makes me burn up inside

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

Cause another innocent died

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Now if you give us a chance

But i'm a serial killer, emotions never been in touch

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

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Getting in touch with my mental.

You're talking to one of the greatest

I'm too lazy to touch a disk

But am i less holy

Cause you still can't touch me

You always say you wasn't ready for no man

Reality expressed like a touch of instagram