This is a song about "Copy"

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

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

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

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

America's most wanted like chi ali

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin