This is a song about "Copy machines"

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Bought a brand new car for my after party

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

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Spendin money on machines,

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

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

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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