This is a song about "Copy"

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in