This is a song about "Copy"

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

Paintin perfect pictures ain't never worked, my misery

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

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

And it rules everything around them

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free