This is a song about "Copy"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free