This is a song about "Faded skittles"

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Living if she is or not

Faded like a barber shop

Got that nine yea im faded

How bout we blow this bit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Afghanistan had faded quick, americans took over and they hated it

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Thats just how the story goes chasing faded glory

I fucking hate this job

Faded like a barber shop

Im hella faded, comin from the shaded,

You're a divorced slut and you can't suck dick

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

You must be getting faded