This is a song about "Empty reflection"

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

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

I think you and your friends

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Walking with an empty purse

She all on my skin

And in my reflection,

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

No patience, like a empty hospital

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

You're uncool like my mother kin

To see my reflection.