This is a song about "Touching myself"

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

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

Call me sandusky, my work touching

But he don't rule a thing

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

Roll up niggas be like sex

I'd fucking murder myself!

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

They asking me to be myself

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

I lost hope almost roped myself

I'm on deck i'm up next

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail