This is a song about "Copy"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And all women who had light features, see

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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