This is a song about "Copy"

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Think i’m bout to blow, they call me george from boston

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

For now everything just seem so right

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Not copy and paste rhymes.

This is how she want to live