This is a song about "Copy"

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

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

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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