This is a song about "Come"

Felt like the towers when the planes went on crash

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

I don't care what it did to them

But i've come to the conclusion

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

I also come with shut eyes

We just need to come to come,

Flyer than the rest of them

Bun b, i’m underground king

48. and come back seeking,

For thinkin you would come back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Make way 'cause here i come....

Magic city tipping them

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

Let me drug you up and put different things in you