This is a song about "Copy"

When i get my hands on nines

Not copy and paste rhymes.

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

I ain't being facetious saying i speak for the culture

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

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

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me