This is a song about "Copy"

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

And all women who had light features, see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

So copy me like piracy,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see