This is a song about "Broken mirror"

Are grieving and broken

If a nigga didn't fake like them

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Never miss these things, see my game precise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Not working. shot, choking, broken.

Had to wear the 13's with them

We just looking in the mirror

"contemplate", i wrote about her

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

My knee was cut open, heart was broken.

Streaks are made to broken

Miami nights, ain't another one