This is a song about "Reflection on life government drugs races"

To see my reflection.

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Always on point taking drugs in intervals

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,

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

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

Okay, bad grades, good grades, it's 8th grade, lil boys out here tryna get laid, but all

Pissed off images not my reflection

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

I don't give a fuck whether or not my uncles on drugs

See it's hard to make it out when you're on government cheese,

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze