This is a song about "Copy"

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

All the time with this glock of mines

Not copy and paste rhymes.

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,