This is a song about "Copy"

Hop in and let me test drive

Not copy and paste rhymes.

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Fuck it, odd future some nazis, black nazis don't copy

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

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

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

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