This is a song about "Contact"

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

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

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

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

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

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

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

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank