This is a song about "Copy"

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

Must be something you want me to see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee