This is a song about "Fade to black"

But the plan is to show you that i understand

Hand and hand they fade away to another land

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Fade to black; metallica

Beautiful are thou, africa

Dont stop till you see that fame, and the pressure seems to fade

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Twista finna get up on the track

To their backs and attract the black on black

Or fade to white; new favorite drug?

Bitches is artificially duck

Black bile definitely no reason to smile

Got me quite open for a while

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I feel like im starting to fade, feelin like this shit might be a little delayed.