This is a song about "Touching"

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I don't like you touching my things that's why i'm cursing and swearing

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

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

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Call me sandusky, my work touching

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

You left your nigga on his own

Don't think about touching the throne,