This is a song about "Copy"

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position

Bought a brand new car for my after party

I'm real shit you're just a photo copy.

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three