This is a song about "Copy"

Brand new airs cocaine white, feels so good but it ain't right

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

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

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

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

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that