This is a song about "Being pale"

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

To being a being and beating the back roads and being #it

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Fuck being counterfeit

The master of this rap shit

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

The time is now, on everything

I believed in a higher being.

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

You lied down sore and booed i am up pale and blue i ain't got no wings but still i forever flue

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale