This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

And isaiah say one day your time will come

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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