This is a song about "Contact"

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense