This is a song about "Paste"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

A space encounter serving paste and powder

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

A space encounter serving paste and powder

And there's little to be glad for

Got a flock full of dimes

Not copy and paste rhymes.