This is a song about "Come"

Most of them niggas dumb

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

Rub the wood and ima show em love

My rhymes come off as venomous,

I never thought this day would come

Killa you already know harlem

Bad days come and go, sad days come and go

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Bitch come on and come at me with your weak as

It's a battlejust for tha big money

So come to me, then come for me

If a nigga didn't fake like them

And whatever may come

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

That's what i've come to realize