This is a song about "Copy"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

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

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

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

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

Puffin’ on that garlic, cigar full of marley

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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