This is a song about "Copying"

All these hoes copying chelsea kitchin

You're uncool like my mother kin

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

So what would stop me from copying his ways and doing the same

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Run around like a bogus copying peoples raps expecting em not to notice