This is a song about "Empty dream"

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Fuck all you haters

Walking with an empty purse

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Rapping is no longer just a dream,

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

We can never be friends

The twin towers fell

Then sit empty in hell

The dream team is nothing but a dream

Show ‘em how much they really mean