This is a song about "Touch my brudda"

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

I think you got an infection sweetie, don't touch me my sweet cookie!

Oh, i could be dead and buried, and i’d still be above your level/

And when my gums touch that's the only way i'll spit without an instrumental,

Barely breathin tryin to keep from gettin shot down

Every time my feet touch ground you know it's a touchdown,

I wonder what is in store for us, you my crush, my heart you touch

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

They try to say they can rap but dont touch my attack

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

So competition cant touch

Took me a while just to write those

Can't touch me, can't even close

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

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