This is a song about "Copy"

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in