This is a song about "Copy"

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

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

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations