This is a song about "Beyond faded"

Wear my own crown, shoot beyond stardom,

Two reflections into one

I'm lost and gone beyond repair,

It's that crack, give you something to sell

Faded like a barber shop

I fucking hate this job

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Coyote but im beyond wiley,

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

But the truth is i come from way beyond/

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

I'm never faded though

I've been locked in my room getting faded

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Got that nine yea im faded

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit