This is a song about "Copy n paste"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

For god, is the kingdom, and the power

A space encounter serving paste and powder

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.