This is a song about "Copy machines"

So copy me like piracy,

I believe in privacy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor