This is a song about "Paste"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

A space encounter serving paste and powder

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

And i feared that my fans say i failed

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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