This is a song about "Copy"

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

They say i talk like im god body

So copy me like piracy,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint