This is a song about "Copy"

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

High heel wearer, hell of a body

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

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

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

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

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

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

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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