This is a song about "Touching myself"

They asking me to be myself

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

Don't think about touching the throne,

Relying on myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

I'm your favorite rapper, fan, it's an honor to shake my hand

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

Harder than granite, hoes know i'm coming

Call me sandusky, my work touching

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

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

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

The mask is on 'em like a catholic service