This is a song about "Look in the mirror"

Unless when you look at the mirror on your door

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

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

I see a bight future when i look in the mirror

I said you look like my ex-girlfriend, sister

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Cause my charisma is a stigma, i look in the mirror, i'm poisonous vanilla bro/

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

Uh...i look in the mirror

But little to no interest after election

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