This is a song about "Touch my homie your dead"

Getting in touch with my mental.

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

You could say i'm friends with fred

Even when my dreams are dead

Told him don't touch my og kush it's better than your keef

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

The way i drop your spine like i got maestro's touch

If your my homie then show me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby