This is a song about "Copy"

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

They either compliment me but speaking a rampage some copy me

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

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

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

The human racist, motha fucka probably copy and paste.

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see