This is a song about "Refraction reflection"

So you walk up to a mirror and seee your reflection

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

But do me a favor and do an inspection on your own reflection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But before you come to me look at your own reflection

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

In the reflection all i see is tears

You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch, no i am sick

A true reflection once i go and get behind the mic,

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

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

And in my reflection,

Gin makes me sin

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

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