This is a song about "Empty dreams"

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

And all women who had light features, see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Walking with an empty purse

I love you though i'll still fuck

On an empty stomach

Taking over all my dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I like rollin' with friends

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Sup on my hat like that motherfucker friendly

Malcolm x, by any means

So goodnight and sweet dreams