This is a song about "Contract"

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

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

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Swiped a pen to sign the contract so its official,

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You open it hopin its your contract

Now the devil has a contract to sign

25 with an ltime to prepare to do fed time