This is a song about "Copy"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see