This is a song about "Copy"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Bought a brand new car for my after party

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Not copy and paste rhymes.

I used to have a nine to five

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

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