This is a song about "Copy"

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

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

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

All the time with this glock of mines

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Cause some of you bitches funny

So copy me like piracy,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit