This is a song about "Copy"

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy