This is a song about "Copy"

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

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

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

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