This is a song about "Empty dreams"

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Profit it's a empty closet

All black everthing on some jigga shit

Can you decipher my dreams

Ass shots in her seven jeans

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

On an empty stomach

What, what ... project shit what

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

My right brain is full of fuckin drugs, left empty

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Little more weed, first class seats

Taking over all my dreams