This is a song about "Fade to black"

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

But black kids come home to no father,

But black kids come home to no father,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Started goin south see, with weed to lead outta reality and to fade away

Fuck tha policewon't fly away, thug, till i dieyou wonder why i'm made this way

You can't expect my love to fade when i say it has no limit.

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

That moschino shit is so back

Who happens to be black

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Memories that simply refuse to fade, but continuously erode at my brain,