This is a song about "Mele pale"

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

So sick i'm looking pale, wait that's my pigment

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

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

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

Y'all niggas look like y'all wanted me to stay in jail

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her