This is a song about "Copy"

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

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

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

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor