This is a song about "Come"

But that’s just life, where i’m from

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

And whatever may come

Shit, we don't believe none of them

He'd rather come his hair.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

And whatever may come

But where i'm from

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Got enough blades for when the zombies come

Oh, you look like my next victim

Make way 'cause here i come....

Car seats got screens in them

Now look: the change has come.