This is a song about "Copy centers"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

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

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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