This is a song about "Copy"

Must be something you want me to see

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party