This is a song about "Copy"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

They on my ass like a center make them take a hike

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

So here i am at the store for some chips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations