This is a song about "Copy"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy