This is a song about "Faded glory"

So i'll sit here in purgatory, waiting for my morning glory,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Faded like a barber shop

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Well, i can handle that

Faded, blazed, delayed, sedated.

You must be getting faded

But you're loving mine i am the shit

Resort to playing before i bring the glory/

Must be something you want me to see

Don't mess with j-dot or you'll get sent up to glory

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Thats just how the story goes chasing faded glory