This is a song about "Faded with my niggas"

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

All these niggas on my side said stop with it

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

And my speeding fingers leaving niggas with a powdered face

But i'm making it, chillin' with my niggas dream chasin' it

Eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctor's visit

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

Niggas try to fuck with me

Third ward general, young cash money

My niggas fly niggas, this is jet life

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Music full of relevant and money’s overrated

I've been locked in my room getting faded