This is a song about "Copy and paste"

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

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

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Some underhanded plans witnessed a man diewas only fifteen, should have been a beauty queen, still

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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