This is a song about "Touch my brudda"

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

You cant touch my skill,if you try youll get killed,

Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa

Concha de tu madre bitch don't touch my fuckin mota

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

Life is too much

Trip, and then you never snitch

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

This is my high rap, you cant even touch my high stacks.

So competition cant touch

Trying to give them light and a message