This is a song about "Empty reflection"

And when you niggas realize that we all can't be in your fuckin reflection

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

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

You're uncool like my mother kin

Pissed off images not my reflection

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

First off congratulations on the win

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

And in my reflection,

What up girl, tell me how you been

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell