This is a song about "Copy"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace

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

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Once as a slave who imagined being free

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

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

And the discography, somethin' you got to see