This is a song about "Copper mole"

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

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

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

Before a nigga signed i had a healthier liver

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You probably a copper,

I'm trynna get you off like a fucking loophole

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

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

You bout the issue bro, cus ive been though more shit then a tissue roll.

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

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