This is a song about "Copy"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Third ward general, young cash money

So copy me like piracy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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