This is a song about "Touching myself"

Relying on myself

I can taste the salt from my tears

I lost hope almost roped myself

I like rollin' with friends

Im feeling so lonely only myself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Nina on my femur is cocked ready for action

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

Don't think about touching the throne,

Hit towns with coke, a .45 blue as chrome

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror

Growing up by myself

I'm on deck i'm up next