This is a song about "Copy"

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Not copy and paste rhymes.

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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