This is a song about "Pale kids"

Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold

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

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

They keep sayin' whale, but my name wale

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Little kids are at a loss

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Stories we were told as kids

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

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

Fear touching the bones leaving me pale almost inorganic/

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

All green nigga pick six

I try and respect kids