This is a song about "Mirror on the wall"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Every morning in the mirror

Goin off the wall like vans-

But you don't have a chance

It's all a game, still your ass is up on the wall of shame,

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

They're busted rhymes on the wall of shame, cause they don't matter.

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

We just looking in the mirror

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

I throw em on his knees against the brick wall on the ceiling

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

That ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

Bored stiff so ya mock six pox-y / names on the wall.