This is a song about "Copy"

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

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

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly