This is a song about "Copy"

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

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

Can't me paste back together, and you'll never find a copy

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Rap sheet was as long as a sudanese brother

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

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly