This is a song about "Copy"

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

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

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

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

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Been spending most our lives