This is a song about "Faded in time"

Gimme mines, i really rhyme

Void, 'stroyed sent up in time,

You must be getting faded

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

And the world will stop in time

Write in my spare time, gold chain that's glare time.

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Born in a turbulent time

And now these hoes are on my line

Faded. but u started from the dust and your still in the dust

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I'm faded with eyes thats shaded

So if they better than the kid

And i put you on the team

But that time, in between