This is a song about "Copy"

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from