This is a song about "Copy"

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

What's you motivation, huh, what's your motivation

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby