This is a song about "Reflection"

To see my reflection.

You're uncool like my mother kin

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

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

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

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Reflection, nowhere near perfection.

What up girl, tell me how you been

Gin makes me sin

And in my reflection,

Pissed off images not my reflection

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin