This is a song about "Copy"

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

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

My position improving, not to mention

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

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

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy