This is a song about "Touch"

Top dropped down, black on black

And he'll touch your knee cap

With ocd yall cant touch me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

We like to party

Cause you still can't touch me

Shit, in this white man's world

When you touch fire you get burned

Getting in touch with my mental.

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash

Lv on my luggage

So y'all can cope n' touch

And touch down when i role into town.

My name is timb aka thomas crown