This is a song about "Coming to"

I don't know why you keep coming back to battle against me

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

These bitches coming to us cos they helpless

Here i go again, falling in love

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I'm coming back to home again

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

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Coming quicker to your death call me the grim reaper,

Feel like this glory road is coming to an end

Optimism - wishin' make you too content