This is a song about "Copy centers"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Let me rideuntil i get free

And all women who had light features, see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

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