This is a song about "Coming to"

I'm coming in here for a goal to rot this

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

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

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

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Took my heart away from money

Coming to terms, where we can agree

And i'm coming and i'm killing to make your life depart

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Coming home to find his whore blowing the neighbor

Cause this worlds gonna get whats coming to it

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit