This is a song about "Swisha made her fade"

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

On family day, i'm made to play, 'till ignorant men fade away,

But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper

An argument could be made for her mother and father,

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Now them silly bitches calling me like everyday

Our vision never changed, we self made

Unlike you, my swagger doesn't fade

Lucky seven probably poppa

I made her my baby mama

Shit, its stuck, fuck! he made quick bucks, now his fucked up luck fade away.

Take this dick while i'm swallow moscato got her freaky, hey

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

To late i'm banging her fine ass body i made her cum hard like a tsunami