This is a song about "Copy centers"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Wanna see you work your body

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

So copy me like piracy,

But make sure if they do see

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live