This is a song about "Copy"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

It ain't hard to make money

So copy me like piracy,

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

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit