This is a song about "Paste"

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

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

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Copy and paste your shit on a website of article writing

On occasion, the place gets exciting and inviting

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

You little young-ass motherfuckers

But can they keep up with the paste of others

A space encounter serving paste and powder

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.