This is a song about "Cope and paste"

Slicing throats sending bloody remains in envelopes to cope,

Presidential suite and bitch, i never use my right to vote

I'm self provoked can't rap about shit i don't do anymore hard to cope

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Chevy filled up on petrol, times like this i just roll

Tryna cope with emotions that's overflowing my soul

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

And i be good til the fat woman sing a note

But can they keep up with the paste of others

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

For god, is the kingdom, and the power

A space encounter serving paste and powder

On a tightrope may slip if you can't cope just pray and hope

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat