This is a song about "Copy"

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

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

Corporate motherfuckers, yeah, y'all can't even copy this,

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

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see