This is a song about "Coming on"

Coming up in the impala.

Lucky seven probably poppa

We tell that nigga that im coming

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Got racks you don’t understand

Bars coming nice and fast

When we be coming through

Girl i just love you

You knew where i was coming from and would even add on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Just the nothing coming

I do the right thing

I need a little room

Self made bitch im coming soon.

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Suddenly... she starts to feel the judgement coming on