This is a song about "Copy"

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I crave victory, but i don't copy a rapper's history,

Sitting on the couch, that was my uncle bobby

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see