This is a song about "Luhan from exo"

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Especially from detectives

Before you're sent to where you came from

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

From the get go, not from the ghetto, watched it from a distance though

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

I'm a son of a gun

Protected from fatalism.

If your understandin where im commin from

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

Not from the north south east or west i'm the ish from

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them