This is a song about "Copy"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free