This is a song about "Copy"

Turn off the lights

Not copy and paste rhymes.

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

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

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

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

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

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

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby