This is a song about "Copy"

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

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

You beat me that shits unimaginable, fake shit, you copy paste shit

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

So copy me like piracy,

I be gettin' money

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Ya'll some copy paste rappers i'm the real deal like