This is a song about "Copy"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

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

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

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I stay lonely and cocky

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see