This is a song about "Copy"

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

Bought a brand new car for my after party

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,