This is a song about "Copy"

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

This is how she want to live

Not copy and paste rhymes.

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party