This is a song about "Copy"

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

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

She going to borrow some money

So copy me like piracy,

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And i got a little big, keep it low key

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

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