This is a song about "Empty dream"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

It's roc nation, this my team

Imagine living in a dream

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

It was only a dream

Come see real niggas on my team

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Rapping is no longer just a dream,

And i ain't tryna be trife when i call 'em out

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

At least superficially make the conversation less empty