This is a song about "Copy"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

This man can single handedly save the culture

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

They say i talk like im god body

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit