This is a song about "Copy"

Rappin pissed is just the shit, bastards copy often

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

And it's impossible for you to copy my rhymes,

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Jeremy scotts, 3 stripes

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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