This is a song about "Copy"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

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

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Murder for murder, the beef recycled is light

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,