This is a song about "Copy"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

Look it something they can't ever see

So copy me like piracy,

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

Way before i knew addition had the new edition copy,

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly