This is a song about "Copy"

Look it something they can't ever see

So copy me like piracy,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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