This is a song about "Copy"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

We pray while we prey on competition

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

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see