This is a song about "Copy"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

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

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Got a flock full of dimes

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see