This is a song about "Copy"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

As an arsonist i freeze originals leaving them breathless without a copy,

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

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like

Heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

So copy me like piracy,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I used to have a nine to five

Not copy and paste rhymes.