This is a song about "Copy"

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Knowing you was getting by hardly

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