This is a song about "Copy"

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

So copy me like piracy,

Cause some of you bitches funny

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,