This is a song about "Copy"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

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