This is a song about "Copy"

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

So copy me like piracy,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

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

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

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

I make a way for my people to see the light

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she