This is a song about "Being faded in a rave"

Faded like a barber shop

So get them ends hot

About but no one ever gives anything in return without a doubt. im tired of being

Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustingfuck em all, watch em fall screaming

It's like being stuck in a maze and i can't get out

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Like a starving dog being treated in a clinic.

Terror can be locked up in a phyciatric unit for being a member

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million

Raisin' in a pigeon-hole; being told -"it is all you could be given..."

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

Look at what i'm up against, scrutiny, criticism