This is a song about "Eye contact"

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Did too many drugs dilating my third eye

Half of my game? yo, that shit be a lie

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Thats all/ aint never been much to it/ moneys caught my eye

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

So i slipped my pickle in her eye

Where did my time go? i let it fly