This is a song about "Copy"

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

Like my skin was leather madeleatherman louis

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

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that