This is a song about "Reflections"

They have hollow reflections

I never fit in with them light skins

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Astral projections, see my internal reflections

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

A sound of tin breaking my reflections, start inspection

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate