This is a song about "Copper"

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

I'm haunted by the thoughts of being husband, or a father

Say bye bye to her

You probably a copper,

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Gotta copper chopper, whatchin me as i soon become hopper,

Going for the gold, not the copper or the silver/

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

One bullet to the brain, forgive my sins and alli didn't mean to be a bother