This is a song about "Copy machines"

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

She said, "don't be fucking with nobody

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

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

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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