This is a song about "Come"

I'mma sign that work and release that

Here come a technical rap

We don't ever make love

My rhymes come off as venomous,

Vijay singh and all of them

And whatever may come

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

Bait baby, wait baby

So come to me, then come for me

I can hear the cops come

Oh, you look like my next victim

Don't wait for him, he'll never come

Riding around with ms. reece and them

And it ain't no problem

We just need to come to come,