This is a song about "Copy"

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Not copy and paste rhymes.

If i could have 25 wives

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine