This is a song about "Copy"

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Look it something they can't ever see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody