This is a song about "Empty beer"

Breakdancing to melle mel

Then sit empty in hell

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Seriously, skipping class flipping the bird sipping beer

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

But there's nothin' wrong with that, in fact here's a posthumous beer!

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Do not attempt to interfere

Slanging and drinking beer.....

No patience, like a empty hospital

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Like a balloon...she's empty

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Drinking skunky beer underneath the bleachers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth