This is a song about "Cultural contact"

No phone calls no visits no contact at all

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

Who know this be the life that i really live

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

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