This is a song about "Come"

But i've come to the conclusion

Girls fast how jamaicans run

He'd rather come his hair.

And never should you tear

Car seats got screens in them

Now look: the change has come.

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

48. and come back seeking,

Let my angel sing

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

And i ain't never plan to be famous

My rhymes come off as venomous,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

That's what i've come to realize