This is a song about "Pale kid"

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Wassup phoma, slow down kid!

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

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

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

Quick turning into that cocky kid

X came through, caught lighter fluid

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

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

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

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

Fuck you and ya' attendance kid,

See, the last one i dated, i hated