This is a song about "Copy"

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that