This is a song about "Copy"

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

So copy me like piracy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Must be something you want me to see

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

If we thinking success is only measured by your money