This is a song about "Coming to"

Smash hits i'll mash with i'm coming to take your assets,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

My dad going to work and never coming home,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

You coming back to me thats what i'm hoping,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Cause this worlds gonna get whats coming to it