This is a song about "Touch n go"

I go fast 'n furious in this bitch, dom torretto in this bitch.

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Relax then go back to rappad n write more spits/im a horde a lord of this here

Like a drunk driver that has a rash still, like "fuck it, jesus take the wheel!

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

I'ma go so hard on your head, you be feeling like you're high 'n' shit

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Can't talk much cuz he stalk touch

As i light one for ill will

Getting in touch with my mental.

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

We bone em like thugs n harmony nash em and go

Hey, must be the money

Cause you still can't touch me

And this microphine i wanna rockit, im just feelin me so go head n talk shit.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that