This is a song about "Copy"

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy