This is a song about "Come"

So come on baby, someone like you makes my dream come true

Cabo to jamaica every weekend honey moon and you

He'd rather come his hair.

Right, now you say you don't care

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But i've come to the conclusion

Called life, happiness, liberty, freedom

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

Shit, we don't believe none of them

And whatever may come

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

So muthafuck the system

And whatever may come

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I also come with shut eyes