This is a song about "Empty reflection"

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

The reflection of everything you've ever hated

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Listening to aston martin music music

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Walking with an empty purse

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

And in my reflection,

In the reflection all i see is tears

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs