This is a song about "Copy"

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

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

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

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

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

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes