This is a song about "Empty dream"

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

The dream team is nothing but a dream

You ain't never seen

It was only a dream

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

It's roc nation, this my team

Asking him to pursuit my dream

I think you and your friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

In private, not public in the streets

And let me bust back to them niggas till they cold and sweaty

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty