This is a song about "Copy"

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

Then, prepare to have the eargasm of a lifetime

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive