This is a song about "Contact lenses"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Lenses on but i still feel so blind

Now walk to it with your land mind

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

Uptown roamers, and south side riders

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers