This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

Chasing money in the city of crime

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips