This is a song about "Copy"

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

It was just another party

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches