This is a song about "Copy"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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

Pussy and patron make you feel alright

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