This is a song about "Touching"

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

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

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

Hoping that he's listening

But no profits when atc be touching the d

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

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

Yo this nigga's forehead looks like a fuckin' big-ass moose

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Call me sandusky, my work touching

And this will be the song that we sing