This is a song about "Contact"

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Smiling in my face as you said that, making contract with ya contact

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

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

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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