This is a song about "Copy"

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

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

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

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