This is a song about "Copy"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

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

I just want somebody i can see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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