This is a song about "Coming correct"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

But you seemed to neglect the indirect correct intellect of this sect of doctors.

Frightening, so fucking frightening

I dont see no people coming

We tell that nigga that im coming

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

Tell them niggas we coming

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Myself, on the correct level and the right shelf

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

More morally correct than a heroin injector