This is a song about "Blanket mirror"

Where should i jizz, on a towel or blanket

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I'm an animal, i'm that monster in my mirror.

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

These shards from the broken mirror

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

Outta my lane, yeah i see you in my mirror

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Here's a blanket sleep with the fishes in the lake.

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

Goin' finally give a nigga leg room and a whip

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

But i know when she looks in the mirror