This is a song about "Copy"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

And all women who had light features, see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive