This is a song about "Cope and paste"

Music helps me cope, call it antidote,

The street slang i be speakin in code

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

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

My mama smoked so god damn much

So y'all can cope n' touch

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Situation is so tense that you can't cope.

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

Ima lay it down and have myself a taste

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

This is no joke, i'm clearly trashed but i will cope

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke