This is a song about "Copy"

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see