This is a song about "Copy"

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

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

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

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Youngin but i know an og from a copy.

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Every copy thinks he's almost fucking godly

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

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

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

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights