This is a song about "Contact lenses"

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

I woke up, #focused closer, more than my #lenses did

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Is growin' tense, see the world through tints and black lenses,

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth