This is a song about "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

To see my reflection.

Gin makes me sin

And in my reflection,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Pissed off images not my reflection

We up in diamond supply, spending that carat cake

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

In the reflection all i see is tears