This is a song about "Pale"

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

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

I'm suppose to be scared cuz you're profile pic's as pale as a ghost?

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.