This is a song about "Copy"

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Not copy and paste rhymes.

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns