This is a song about "Copy"

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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