This is a song about "Blanket boots mirror"

My city's culture to the game now in existence

"wanna knock them boots like a old pair of tims

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

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

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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

These shards from the broken mirror

See, i like the person that you are

Outta my lane, yeah i see you in my mirror

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Found another man on her bed blanket over the head making love with no shame

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game