This is a song about "Copy"

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

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

But we should be body to body

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

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

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor