This is a song about "Copper mole"

Hella proper, my garment is propeller of chopper

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

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

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

You probably a copper,

How simple they are

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

It'll be a classic bro, u'll die in the clash but no impact will be had on ur plastic soul

Had it with you avid trolls / if you pop up like were gamin' im playin' whack a mole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole