This is a song about "Make a contact"

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Never had a chance to try

Scenes make a grown man cry

Make ourselves a little deal

She said my love is outta here

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Everyday we make a major decision,

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Paper boy make you a believer

And that i spent the night with her

You gotta make a speech

Blowin' that long beach

Eye contact with saladin as we share this spot yo,

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto