This is a song about "Copy"

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Then put it into sex drive

So copy me like piracy,

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,