This is a song about "Reflection and refraction"

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

Social conditioning and

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

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

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

And remember what i said and

And more than confident