This is a song about "Lights fading away"

Go where you ain't been

Lights camera action

Ain't heard a nigga thorough, it ain't perfect, but i work

Fading out of my memory i must push forward,

Say what you wanna but

Lights coming up, night coming up,

And it's breaking me down, watching the world spin round

Devout to my bars, never fading throughout/

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

And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

My heart races thinking of fading faces in these desolate places.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

The image of you fading away and me clutching desperately

Nigga fuck the black and whites

Somethin ain't right, hit the brake lights