This is a song about "Pale kid"

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Applause is imminent, the whole crowd looking pale

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

My mates calling me gifted

There's always that one kid

62. i'm the baddest kid,

To see you and you hated

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

Hit the block like a postman with mail

When they open the box and inhale the pale air.

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

The pale skin and scrapped knees

I'm screamin' out fuck the police