This is a song about "Copy machines"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

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

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

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

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

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

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Spendin money on machines,

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

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

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