This is a song about "Copy"

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

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

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy