This is a song about "Come"

It's slight blemishes and life system

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

I can hear the cops come

Straight lane kiffen them

There's crack, there's crack

For thinkin you would come back

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

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

So at the end don't come

I don't see a problem

But i've come to the conclusion

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And whatever may come

And whatever may come

And it ain't no problem