This is a song about "Contact"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience