This is a song about "Squad and rough copy"

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

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Rough weeks, and teenagers would kill for arousing prospects,

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

You invite men over and ask for it rough

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

They try and copy it, they run but not as quick

When i get my hands on nines

Not copy and paste rhymes.

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

I know whats right and wrong, sometimes can be raspy or rough