This is a song about "Pale people"

And everything is purple

Questions enter the minds of people

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Found him laying pale and still on the bathroom floor

She was a good girl, always stored in a pale

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Private plane, my seat recline

Like people meeting people online,

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Losing right now is your fate, you looking pale

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

Wit a fuck you tattoo no food and a face so pale

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Cause this album pack enough evil

Inhabit the minds of people