This is a song about "Your ugly you can t rap i have money copy and paste"

You aint fuckin dope your just a copy paste editor

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

You can run slash rap fuck this fuck that, but i'm here dodgin every punch and crunch you have

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

And all women who had light features, see

I promise, your shoddy rap copy so sloppy

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

This is faking it, copy and paste, dropped your rap,

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Your sneazy and shit, bitch, i bet you even copy and pasted your spit,

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Here you go, it's your rap, you can have it back

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

Holding all this weight, not a copy and paste, finally opened my heart and broke down the gate

Keep thinkin im a monkey and the situation where in right now can turn ugly

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree