This is a song about "Copy"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

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

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

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

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Copy write my name, didn't even put citations

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

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

Okay lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty