This is a song about "The british are coming"

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Fuck the loving, up 'n' coming rappers are the cure for this virus plague

Better days are coming i keep telling myself that

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

I'm coming under the sheets smother

Is written in our souls, africa

Inside we are coming in a

Hoping that he's listening

Im the best thats up and coming,

Drop it on the floor, she's coming

Frightening, so fucking frightening