This is a song about "I don t copy and paste"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

A space encounter serving paste and powder

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Since i was killed by the don,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

And now these hoes are on my line

Your raps don"t even rhyme!