This is a song about "Pale kids"

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

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

Rebound slow you down but you gotta exhale

Keyboard classes couldn't help you get pussy, you're too pale,

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Little kids are at a loss

Huh, a metaphor of course

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

Cause i'm out on motherfuckin bail

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Turn your face pale white call that michael jackson