This is a song about "Copy"

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

But we should be body to body

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

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.