This is a song about "Look in the mirror"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Look in the mirror, seems opaque,

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I look down in the river, no sound in that wet mirror

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

When i look into the mirror what do i see

I see a bight future when i look in the mirror

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

When i look into the mirror what do i see

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

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

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

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception