This is a song about "Copy"

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

So we argue and play fight, all day and night

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised