This is a song about "Copy"

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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