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,

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor