This is a song about "Make a contact"

Giving you up to seven minutes to contact your peers,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

But i'm tryna find a way to make change and make cents

I say baby just make me cum, then don't make a sound

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Guess what they got a choice to make

I don't mind if you niggas hate

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

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

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

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

First class hoes, we on south beach

You gotta make a speech