This is a song about "Copy pasta"

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

And all women who had light features, see

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

Bad bitches onlygot a sign on my dick

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

So copy me like piracy,

Took my heart away from money

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley