This is a song about "Copper mole"

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Writing-chan, copper kilt

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Half mammal, and part tasty animal, playin whack a mole

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

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

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

Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

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

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them