This is a song about "Copy"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

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

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

You a lady boss, now you fly free

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

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,