This is a song about "Killer mirror"

Not fearful of a mirror/

The only time i flirt with her

I'm gonna deliver that killer punch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Outta my lane, yeah i see you in my mirror

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

Blasting psychill, poppin' brain killer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Then it gets scary when you realize that they're a mirror

Easily leo da vinci when i piece in a picture

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

She ain't know i was a killer

That's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor