This is a song about "Copy"

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

So copy me like piracy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy