This is a song about "Coming to"

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Morning is coming, have to leave soon

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

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

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

I'm coming back to home again

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

I can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

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

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Coming to your door, knock knock

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

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die