This is a song about "Copy"

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

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

We will never die, we are forever alive

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Paper planes, long flights

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy