This is a song about "Copy and paste this"

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

A space encounter serving paste and powder

When life gets sour know i still devour

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

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

Not copy and paste rhymes.

I wish i could have 25 wives

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste