This is a song about "Copy"

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.