This is a song about "Fade to black"

On family day, i'm made to play, 'till ignorant men fade away,

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Really easy for me to tell you i aint black,

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.

But black kids come home to no father,

And bet this, i'm a mothafucking monster

All wale talking is ambition

Young gifted and black born to win

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

To their backs and attract the black on black

Unlike you, my swagger doesn't fade

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

But black kids come home to no father,

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her