This is a song about "Copy"

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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