This is a song about "Contract"

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

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

Swiped a pen to sign the contract so its official,

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Now the devil has a contract to sign

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

I still be splitting women like a bogus hocus-pocus act

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

Follow your heart you’ll make that fast

You open it hopin its your contract

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack