This is a song about "Not coming"

Nah i ain't sprung or nothing

Tell them niggas we coming

Is young roy baby up and coming

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

They fuckin running ,motherfuckers coming

Acting like you real or something

The suns coming up, oh,

Preaching to the choir though

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

Always think where your going not where you're coming from

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

But this rap you never saw coming

Hoping that he's listening

We tell that nigga that im coming

Get off a key like i can’t sing