This is a song about "Make a contact"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Checked her phone contact name of edna meyers

Something worth dying for

Told me to make a wager.

Ghost in the hook so real

Make ourselves a little deal

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

Cant even make a profit

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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