This is a song about "Contact"

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

Prepare for contact, i bomb tracks, sign off like a contract,

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I'm such a wonder, contact the mic, infinite rhymes,

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

I'm a psychopath with a viscous path to make fatal contact

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,