This is a song about "Touching death"

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Cause this album pack enough evil

Dont we have enough death , people

I just play my part make moves like chess

Ya better kno lyfe b4 u meet death

Like shadows in the valley of death

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Grow older, closer to death.

I'm hoping i confess

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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

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