This is a song about "Reflection and refraction no curse words"

Pissed off images not my reflection

You're uncool like my mother kin

In hope to sever the curse and end all the hurt

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But do me a favor and do an inspection on your own reflection

I keep writing and keep fighting this fucking curse

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

No grief into these words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

I should michael jordan these rappers

Move around and spread the curse.

In other words no contest.

Half your body laying on my chest

Leaving you with problems like sewage, could be a blessing and a damn curse/

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters