This is a song about "Touch my brudda"

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

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

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

Weight on my chest like i body build

Never agree with that message

So y'all can cope n' touch

Pin drinking sway 2 touch

Life is too much

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

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

It's really not an issue

See you, touch you, hear you

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge