This is a song about "Copy"

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

They just be eager for money they ain't trynna jesus' mother

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish