This is a song about "Copy his touch"

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Short days, long nights

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Raised by a momma who, who

See you, touch you, hear you

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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