This is a song about "Copy and paste"

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

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

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

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor