This is a song about "Copy"

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

They say i talk like im god body