This is a song about "Copy"

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

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Young nigga with old spirit and ambition

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

High heel wearer, hell of a body