This is a song about "Copy"

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

When i write down lyrics all they do is copy,

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

Wishing to copy, they do it sloppy

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Been spending most our lives

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights