This is a song about "Faded skittles"

I'm hella faded sippin rozay surrounded by the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Im undifferentiated, but still im always hated. cuttin to soon become faded,

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Faded, your rhymes are prehistoricaly pre-dated

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

You rain-bows, so you just skittles in plain clothes

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

I've been locked in my room getting faded

Faded like a barber shop

Almost cried right on the spot

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit