This is a song about "Copy"

You just working with the scraps you was given

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

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

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

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy