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

Your touch makes me burn up inside

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

Trip, and then you never snitch

Your pep is dead my bomb spread so step to this

Damn skippy, a nigga getting bitches

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

Your raps are so brain dead

Kick back and know yo son set