This is a song about "Empty reflection"

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Spit it like i get it from the bible for your survival

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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

Profit it's a empty closet

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Shows to do, got record to sell

Then sit empty in hell

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

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.