This is a song about "Paste"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

A space encounter serving paste and powder

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

But can they keep up with the paste of others

Money goes to waste for the taste of this paste,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Became so drasticmilitary mind mashed all the walls they blastedif we bleed then they suffocate

Holding all this weight, not a copy and paste, finally opened my heart and broke down the gate