This is a song about "Copy"

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

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

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I just want somebody i can see

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

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised