This is a song about "Copy"

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

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

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

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

I try not to obey them at anytime