This is a song about "Coming on"

Bitch i’m coming for ya.

I ain't, mad, at cha

Its been a long day coming,

And this will be the song that we sing

Coming up in the impala.

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Im leaving this city, dont plan on coming back

I dont see no people coming

But he don't rule a thing

When we be coming through

I bet that mirror gon show you

Im the best thats up and coming,

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short