This is a song about "Copy"

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

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

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

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Got a flock full of dimes

Not copy and paste rhymes.