This is a song about "Faint"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I got a blaze, no faint fire

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

His wound was oozing / im feeling woozy and faint

Dunked over the crowd, and made em all faint

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

But we jus maintain with faint thoughts of having better pain

Make you faint when i go hard in the paint

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

That aftershave or cologne that made 'em just faint

I'm authentic so real you faint even replace i collect data just call it sample space

I'mma keep it real kid i’m just hatinain’t a opportunity i ain’t take close chase