This is a song about "Touching boys"

You don't mess with 12, my boys

Simply out of this world by choice

Us bitches are learning to run these boys

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

Don't think about touching the throne,

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

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

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

Another dead woman,another bad boys

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Me, going to lose? i'll kill you without touching you, verbal abuse/

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip