This is a song about "Copy me"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I earned my spot, nothing free,try n mock, cant quite copy me, theres no stopping my spree

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Homie, follow me i got styles, you can copy one

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see