This is a song about "Copy"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

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

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

So copy me like piracy,

Hey, must be the money