This is a song about "Broken mirrors"

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Sent from a heart that has been broken.

Will somebody please show me how

It’ been broken, but not now

Formed from a broken promise,

Ass shots is a plus

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

There's is more in to life then mirrors on the wall look at me