This is a song about "Copy"

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

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

So copy me like piracy,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

But five years from now i bet she see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.