This is a song about "Broken mirror"

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

Outta my lane, yeah i see you in my mirror

What up girl, tell me how you been

Dropped side effect, wrecked, broken.

Streaks are made to broken

So now she picks up the gun

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Not fearful of a mirror/

Then it gets scary when you realize that they're a mirror

I show her off, i stunt with her, we do it sweet, they look bitter

Every morning in the mirror

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Don't come nearer, see your soul in the mirror?

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.