This is a song about "Copy"

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations