This is a song about "Empty reflection"

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

Listening to aston martin music music

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

On an empty stomach

Pop-pop, hit a mini mug

Catch you up on places i've been

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

When i look in the mirror, i see rhymes in the reflection/