This is a song about "Copy"

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive