This is a song about "Copy"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Just the perfect time, just to master mine

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Got a flock full of dimes

Not copy and paste rhymes.