This is a song about "Copper"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

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

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

You probably a 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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

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

Humboldt represented through my rhyming, living in copper

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Young, handsome and focused