This is a song about "Copy"

And mack maine rap, sing and manage, uhit's young moolah baby

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

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

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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