This is a song about "Fading away"

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Never fading, and i know that the haters are forever waiting

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

That pretty smile on your face, that's never fading

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Never fading, and i know that haters are forever waiting

I can't even run away.

And let the beat play

It's a struggle,it's fading away

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say