This is a song about "Faded edge"

Just be careful when you're caught standing at the edge in distraught

Who cut my power off? it’s time to move that powder soft

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

I've been locked in my room getting faded

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

You must be getting faded

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

They burn on every block

Faded like a barber shop

That i had some sort of edge, some kind of advantage,

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Call me whatever joe

I'm never faded though

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Somberly, i stand safely on the edge of a steep cliff