This is a song about "Copy"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

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