This is a song about "Copy"

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

The real muscle in the message of that

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,