This is a song about "Copy"

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,