This is a song about "Copy"

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

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

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit