This is a song about "Copy and pasting"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

Your sneazy and shit, bitch, i bet you even copy and pasted your spit,

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Jay don't copy, stop that and carl c why did you prop that