This is a song about "Copy"

Then put it into sex drive

Not copy and paste rhymes.

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party