This is a song about "Copy"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.