This is a song about "Copy"

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I just want somebody i can see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

So copy me like piracy,

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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