This is a song about "Contact"

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Hands up, throw me up against the wall