This is a song about "Reflections"

They have hollow reflections

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Astral projections, see my internal reflections

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

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