This is a song about "Copy"

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

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

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free