This is a song about "Fresh fade"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Fade to black; metallica

Tattoo bars, that can't ever fade out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Always choose the right ones never let it fade

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

And it couldn't fade away

Im im on tha way

You should call me fresh stella

My all gold rolly or the

Im the fresh prince like will

That's aids to the ill