This is a song about "Empty bottle"

Thats why sometimes i smoke and hit the bottle

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Pops gave me the juice now im killing the bottle

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

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

I said believe in your dreams

Bored of the shooters

Walking with an empty purse

Twisted in a cell popping pills from a bottle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

With a honey in the middle

No patience, like a empty hospital

As i light one for ill will

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle