This is a song about "Copy machines"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

So copy me like piracy,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

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

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.