This is a song about "Touching"

And even though i try my best i'm never touching the bread,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Landed on my ass not even touching the ghosts skin

We pray while we prey on competition

That's why forever i love seldom and trust never

Missing her beautiful lips touching mine, making her pur

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Call me sandusky, my work touching

But no profits when atc be touching the d

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

I'm on the run, keep running

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Music touching kids like sandusky is out on bail