This is a song about "Coming to"

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Feel like this glory road is coming to an end

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

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

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

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

Morning is coming, have to leave soon

Feel like this glory road is coming to an end

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

Keep your eyes open, i can only say i'll try

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