This is a song about "My reflection"

You can't even scan, your fans are downloading you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Dream, catchin this flow like hakeem, catches a football, its time to crawl,

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

And when you niggas realize that we all can't be in your fuckin reflection

Right now, freestyle or write down, whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And standing there idle, only your reflection your rival,

My reflection remains a blur, stuck between future potential and lost history

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee