This is a song about "Copy"

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Been spending most our lives

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

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

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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