This is a song about "Broken mirrors"

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Formed from a broken promise,

The cracked up mirrors in your house show proof

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Day and night are my 'posites rare

Broken beyond repair,

But girl you got me open

Are grieving and broken

Why? coz the silence had to be broken

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I just had my fucking empathy broken

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Of sheer genius, smoke and mirrors, tactical, practical jokes

Niggas taking shots, don’t know how to aim

I was broken almost took cocaine