This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

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

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

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

Go like i never seen a red light shine

Rollin' down the four o five

Not copy and paste rhymes.