This is a song about "Copy"

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

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

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

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

Chasing money in the city of crime

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

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

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines