This is a song about "Copy machines"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

So copy me like piracy,

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

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

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow