This is a song about "Copy"

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

Athlete mentality so fuck my competition

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign

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

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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