This is a song about "Touching myself"

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

Acting like you real or something

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

By how i conduct myself

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Never stood up for myself

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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