This is a song about "Copy"

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party