This is a song about "Touching"

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

And yea we both coming

Made money off the white without touching the soft, i'm in there

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And my feet are chained up to my own neck without ever touching this land

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Call me sandusky, my work touching

Niggas dying like its nothing

So beat me to the bone

Don't think about touching the throne,