This is a song about "Copy"

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Grandma called, see me on the billboards around the city

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

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Look this the joint that could get me the spins

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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