This is a song about "Empty reflection"

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Profit it's a empty closet

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

The reflection of everything you've ever hated

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell

Pissed off images not my reflection

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

In the reflection all i see is tears

Double mg not to mention

To see my reflection.