This is a song about "Copy machines"

I wish i could have 25 wives

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Spendin money on machines,

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

So copy me like piracy,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Cuz golly, you done made it through the fight while squabbling ali

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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