This is a song about "Come"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

That's what i've come to realize

My rhymes come off as venomous,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

For thinkin you would come back

Make the fingers snap

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

And i ain't trying to land

Come near me (come near me)

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Best prepare cuz here i come

500 at the villa ain't no problem

But where i'm from

Now look: the change has come.

I need to free them

We just need to come to come,