This is a song about "Copy"

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

But real freaky in tha darkplus i got some enemies, baby

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish