This is a song about "Copy"

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

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

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

So copy me like piracy,

But five years from now i bet she see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Then she on her facebook like when we finna party

Been spending most our lives

Not copy and paste rhymes.