This is a song about "Copy"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

So copy me like piracy,

I’m tryna be low key

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

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

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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