This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine