This is a song about "Faded edge"

Off his edge chipped plates, he catered with his invisible "mate"

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

Im hella faded, comin from the shaded,

And victory tastes sweet, even when the enemy can throw salt

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

1000 dollar jeans flow

I'm never faded though

I'm livin' on the edge,

What time is it, huh? check my french

Got that nine yea im faded

Get the zippo and spark the shit

But in no time a nigga graduated

I've been locked in my room getting faded