This is a song about "Reflection"

Allowing me to calculate and measure the depths of my depression,

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

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Pissed off images not my reflection

You're uncool like my mother kin

To see my reflection.

What up girl, tell me how you been

And in my reflection,

It ain't where i been

In the reflection all i see is tears

See my jordans spark, you ain't got no airs

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

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