This is a song about "Copy machines"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Not copy and paste rhymes.

What we gotta do to survive

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

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

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

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably