This is a song about "Coming to"

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

God's coming to get us, ok homie just don't be late

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

Oh how i hated everyone therethe baby lie here dying

It keeps coming back to you, why do you keep fighting

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

Trying to get back to this thing called love

These bitches coming to us cos they helpless

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die