This is a song about "Copy"

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

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

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

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy