This is a song about "Pale bitch"

You can feel it via spirit

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna kill shit,

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

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

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

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Bet i'm heavy with that

Yeah bitch, yeah bitch, finna shit,

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

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

Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Pale faced monster, punchlines of a boxer