This is a song about "Something coming"

Not something that should be coming from someone who befriends me,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

But in my head there's something

I guess i'm coming off as something that needs to be stopped,

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Go pop some pills or something

Why not me the same thing

I'm doing the same thing

Weak stomach, i need something

You won’t see it coming

We no longer close or nothing

We tell that nigga that im coming

Shoe game bad yeah she might know something

Go pop some pills or something

Im the best thats up and coming,