This is a song about "Copy"

And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Not copy and paste rhymes.

I wish i could have 25 wives

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I keep that hottie, just look at her body

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her