This is a song about "Copy"

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Before we see it's hard to live

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

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

Fuck that nigga, i am the party

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

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

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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