This is a song about "Coming to the stage"

But cant denie the fact im coming to my prime.

Paid homage to the struggle that's before mine

Then it's back to the stage where i'm playing the virgin,

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

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

Just the nothing coming

Man, straight and no fucking