This is a song about "Copy"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

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

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position