This is a song about "Man coming to save me"

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

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Fuck man, he doesn't save jews

Its cold as shit in this booth

Some. one. please. don't. save. me.

I got bigger problems baby

Tried to get out had me coming straight back like a boomerang,

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

With changes coming to a place known to me as home

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

Look at me man to man into my eyes

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