This is a song about "Fading away"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

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

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

Never fading, and i know the haters are forever waiting

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Am i clear to you?picture me rollin' nigga, legitfree like o.j. all day

Imagining a menagerie of images fading away/

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Tranna go sailing, but in the rains i'm fading//