This is a song about "Copy"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

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

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti