This is a song about "Copy"

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

Must be something you want me to see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And all women who had light features, see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

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

I try not to obey them at anytime

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

So copy me like piracy,

Third ward general, young cash money