This is a song about "Come"

We just need to come to come,

Killa you already know harlem

Oh, you look like my next victim

I never thought this day would come

Best prepare cuz here i come

If a nigga didn't fake like them

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

My rhymes come off as venomous,

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

Cause you're the star, everybody looking at you

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Come take my hand (come take my hand)

I don't care what it did to them

So at the end don't come

Yo, turn me up some

I can hear the cops come