This is a song about "Faded and jam"

That faded the dream up as it finished and waked up and i'm pissed i couldn't bust my cream out.

I'm becoming a renegade of what i'm about, nearing what i feared about...

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

To see you and you hated

Got that nine yea im faded

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Scott la rock, mac dre, and jam master jay,

Am i rapping with force or just making a slow jam

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

Im so sophisticated when i'm cross faded,

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

Let em stay alive and show the world that they can jam.