This is a song about "Blanket boots mirror"

That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Window is open, cold as snow, no glimpse of a blanket

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Becoming someone you don't recognize

His mother's always worried, thinks that he's knocking boots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

It's like i'm, looking in a mirror

Couldn't buy her louboutin, the boots leave bruises on her calf

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

What is life? take a step in my boots

And my weed man should just sell flutes

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

I wanna cock and shoot, mama plots, thinks i'm knockin' boots,