This is a song about "Copy"

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

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

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

The real muscle in the message of that

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

So here i am at the store for some chips

So copy me like piracy,

It's a battlejust for tha big money

Before we see it's hard to live

Not copy and paste rhymes.