This is a song about "Contract"

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

Swiped a pen to sign the contract so its official,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You open it hopin its your contract

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Game never on cable, but my contract gonna need an extension

Of a nigga that don't give a fuck about time

Now the devil has a contract to sign

But he wanted to retract, cut the pack, and destroyed the contract

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last