This is a song about "Copy"

I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me