This is a song about "Come over"

I don't care what it did to them

We just need to come to come,

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Come over here and let me recommend

To come over and try to do dis

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

I thought i recognized her

Those days are fucking over

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

I need kylle tha crocodile, to come over and show everyone how to rhyme with style,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Or you'll be turned over

Over here, money over there

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

And then along came the wrong man for her

It's over, it's over, it's all over.