This is a song about "Copy and paste this"

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

A space encounter serving paste and powder

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Corporate motherfuckers, yeah, y'all can't even copy this,

So copy me like piracy,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Corporate motherfuckers, yeah, y'all can't even copy this,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But can they keep up with the paste of others