This is a song about "Touching"

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

Call me sandusky, my work touching

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Don't think about touching the throne,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

Tryna find a way ball without touching the court

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

You just working with the scraps you was given

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

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

It's like a black hole, whole fucking abyss