This is a song about "Copy"

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

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