This is a song about "Copy"

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

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

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

Air baggage claim awaiting miss thang outta st. louis

Knowing you was getting by hardly

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot