This is a song about "Copy"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Not copy and paste rhymes.

The world seems strange at times

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

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

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

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy