This is a song about "Empty reflection"

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Now i stand in this mirror, partially redeemed, reflection clearing up..

Through thick and thin

And in my reflection,

Like a balloon...she's empty

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

In the reflection all i see is tears

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin