This is a song about "Paste and copy"

Look, just remember how that winning taste

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Your sneazy and shit, bitch, i bet you even copy and pasted your spit,

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Must be something you want me to see

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for