This is a song about "Copy"

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family