This is a song about "Nude pale woman"

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Remember to always treat a woman right

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

I got bigger problems baby

I want a woman not a lady

We can never be friends

A woman of such a great strength,

Of a woman with a broken heart.

You shook my world and it felt apart

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

You caught in the web of that woman

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young