This is a song about "Empty reflection"

The reflection of everything you've ever hated

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

Go where you ain't been

And in my reflection,

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Profit it's a empty closet

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty