This is a song about "Touching"

Don't think about touching the throne,

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

Call me sandusky, my work touching

Bun b, i’m underground king

Flyer than that other bitch, a spider isn't touching this

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

Flapjack, ooh he bring

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic