This is a song about "Copy"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

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

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

Roll along and got tipsy then tonight, tommorow you the mystery