This is a song about "Cope and paste"

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

Slicing throats sending bloody remains in envelopes to cope,

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Paper planes, long flights

Not copy and paste rhymes.

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Influenced by how you just cope with losing