This is a song about "Copy"

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

So copy me like piracy,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb