This is a song about "I aint no copier"

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

And that aint no joke, demons is all i provoke

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

No i aint get respect, old heads pay me no mine like i aint make a threat

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

I aint for no apologies break a bitch back like kit kat

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Bitches on my lines i aint got no fucking time

A metaphor, for the insecure

I aint no fucking runner,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

But i aint giving no rides to bitches wearing blue garments