This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

You just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Short days, long nights

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

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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