This is a song about "Copy"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Been spending most our lives