This is a song about "Copy"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

And i got a little big, keep it low key

So copy me like piracy,

It ain't hard to make money

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

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

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party