This is a song about "Copy"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Hop in and let me test drive

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

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

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

And i got a little big, keep it low key