This is a song about "Reflection"

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

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

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

In the reflection all i see is tears

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Do not give a fuck i've got the swagger of a virgin's dick

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

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Now i stand in this mirror, partially redeemed, reflection clearing up..

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I roam like phone with no vocal reception

Pissed off images not my reflection

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

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