This is a song about "Copy centers"

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

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

50,000 ones before i hit the lobby

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Knowing you can no longer party

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