This is a song about "Copy"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

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

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Mow anybody wanna play some hockey

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly