This is a song about "Copy"

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Not copy and paste rhymes.

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see