This is a song about "Copy"

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often