This is a song about "Copy"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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