This is a song about "You re gonna die copy plaster"

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

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

"oh my god i gonna die!" then sit and cry because the day i die,

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Do you wanna ride or die

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Hell naw you need to re-think that

I hope you will till you die

I shine like something in the sky

You 're a gap and a bully so stop this folly

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see