This is a song about "Copper"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

You probably a copper,

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

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

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Writing-chan, copper kilt

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

The devil at the dance hall thirsty for a partner

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Though, everybody's on me like the milli beat partner

When i hit platinum youll still be tryna get to double copper