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

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

Tsa be laughing all them rubbers in your luggage

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

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

With every touch, your sperm hits ejection

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Your touch makes me burn up inside

When i'm down and out, i get up and right