This is a song about "Contact"

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

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

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land

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

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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