This is a song about "Copy machines"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Not copy and paste rhymes.