This is a song about "Copy"

We will never die, we are forever alive

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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