This is a song about "Look in the mirror"

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

He'd look in the mirror and disgust himself

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

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

Me lay down tracks. so take a step back and look in the mirror then maybe you will

Isn't a right its more of a decision. haters like gators hating me till

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I wouldn't wana be you you want to be me you can't look in the mirror

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

Right under your bed, when you look at the mirror

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

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

Don't come nearer, see your soul in the mirror?

I got something you've been waiting for