This is a song about "Copy"

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

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

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party