This is a song about "Pale kid"

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Trying to outdo asap rocky kid

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Quick turning into that cocky kid

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

And i'm all that, hit the passenger door

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

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

My mates calling me gifted

62. i'm the baddest kid,