This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

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

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I wish i could have 25 wives

Not copy and paste rhymes.