This is a song about "Copy"

When i get my hands on nines

Not copy and paste rhymes.

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see