This is a song about "Copy"

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

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Corporate motherfuckers, yeah, y'all can't even copy this,

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Not copy and paste rhymes.

All the time with this glock of mines