This is a song about "Blanket boots mirror"

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

Look in the mirror, seems opaque,

What is it gonna take

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Mirror mirror, tell me how it is

What is life? take a step in my boots

A far reach from them rap dudes

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

These shards from the broken mirror

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

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit