This is a song about "Contact lenses"

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

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

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

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

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Through new fresh lenses, time to fuck shit up with no consequences

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers