This is a song about "Copy"

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Rollin' down the four o five

The real muscle in the message of that

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

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised