This is a song about "Wanna touch your boobs"

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Your touch makes me burn up inside

Man it’s the killer tracks

Your last wish, wanna dance?

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Hayden: dont touch me! the fact that i didnt kill you already means your lucky

You aint strapped like saggy boobs

And my weed man should just sell flutes

If you wanna reach your dream

I see a young teen

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

With these 'parallel verses', you couldn't touch 'em if your lines were slanted!

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Put your hands down dad don't fuckin touch her