This is a song about "Empty beer"

Breakdancing to melle mel

Then sit empty in hell

I love you though i'll still fuck

On an empty stomach

No patience, like a empty hospital

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Fuck all you haters

Walking with an empty purse

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I wish i could live with no fear

Slanging and drinking beer.....

Too bad, that's the beer talking

Why not me the same thing