This is a song about "Copy"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key