This is a song about "Copy write"

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

You gotta write, and write and write to get better,

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

They say i talk like im god body

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,