This is a song about "Being pale"

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

I believed in a higher being.

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

After every show, a dream she hold

Keeping you scared you'll be pale and white as a ghost.

Right flows down and they might go nice

The pale skin and scrapped knees

Fuck it, im leaving

For going on being

But a small girl had been shotmy heart could take no more

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

Don't want to be the king

For going on being

Lease on the whip

Fuck being counterfeit