This is a song about "Copy"

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

Walk that body, talk that body

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

So the mind they mine don't coincide with mine

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

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

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see