This is a song about "Copy"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Hop in and let me test drive

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

They say i talk like im god body