This is a song about "Coming for nothing"

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Coming for my rightful place its just my instinct

This is for the kids who grew up with nothing

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

You better pray for your wallet, i'm coming for your cash

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

I'm coming for each of you, you can never hide/

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

That's just the beginning of war

I got nothing to live for