This is a song about "Copy"

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Not copy and paste rhymes.

When i get my hands on nines

Walk that body, talk that body

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

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

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types