This is a song about "Touch n go"

And she stripping, go to college

Cant touch me, homie yousa bitch

No defroster can touch me

I be gettin' money

They all need attention, they call me a g though

I dare a pussy nigga come n gimme a go

So please don't go i love u n i miss u so much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

But the show must go on, won't rest til your dead 'n gone,

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

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

Sectors n networks of settlers go westwards in search of their next work

And i'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort

What preceded was the clue

See you, touch you, hear you