This is a song about "Copy pasta"

Fuck that now trying get the money

So copy me like piracy,

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

But we should be body to body

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,