This is a song about "Paste"

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And then along came the wrong man for her

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

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

But can they keep up with the paste of others

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

A space encounter serving paste and powder