This is a song about "Copy"

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations