This is a song about "Touch her"

So y'all can cope n' touch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Love the game know this is coming from a different place

All i wanted to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

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

All i want to do was touch that face, i think her name was grace

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Never agree with that message

Chain withdrawn when we not together

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Getting in touch with my mental.

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

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