This is a song about "Copy"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

When i'm digging in her pussy, i'm never using a rubber

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party