This is a song about "Copy centers"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

Maybe then... you will blow up quick like the american centers did

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Not copy and paste rhymes.

If i could have 25 wives

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.