This is a song about "Copy"

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

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

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

I'm from the number one place on the map

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she