This is a song about "Touching myself"

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Never stood up for myself

I shed so many tears

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home

Don't think about touching the throne,

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

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

But no profits when atc be touching the d

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I lost hope almost roped myself

After lebron, i'm what's next

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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