This is a song about "Empty dreams"

In aberdeen chasing dreams

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Taking over all my dreams

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Profit it's a empty closet

You gone make me flip then split your shit

And i ain't goin' well

Then sit empty in hell

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.