This is a song about "Mirrors cant talk lucky for you they cant laugh either"

Trying to catch me riding dirty

I cant pay for the fee

Why cant they change then mop it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

As if they want to look up but for some reason they think they can't,

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

And bijies like im out and

But hes dead so you cant

Adabo to my haters

You cant deliver one verse,

Like curses on the radio

Cant escape, so they go

They cant take the shit in each verse

When they twist and talk with they fingers

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Who cant talk for themselves or stand up and hold their tongues