This is a song about "How ugly khalif is"

Mirror mirror, tell me how it is

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

This is a rap bout how real my life is

It's amazing how how someone so self-centered is respected

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

But all you know is how to loathe,

This is love, nothing else close

This is my story, this is how the cold day went

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

You're my river runnin' high, run deep, run wild

They negativity is how i survived

Aight santana man...let's do this

Start rapping cus how bored he is