This is a song about "Copy"

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

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

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

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

On they twitter writing novels, see

So copy me like piracy,

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

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty