This is a song about "Paste"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

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

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

What we gotta do to survive

Not copy and paste rhymes.

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.