This is a song about "Borderlands the pre sequal"

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The more battles the better the flows

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

From curb surfingwe working the industry

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Somethin like a legend so i pre-meditated,

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,