This is a song about "Copy"

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

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

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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