This is a song about "Copy"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

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

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

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

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young