This is a song about "Empty drems"

I'm wrecking lexiee's empty head while texting men on my cellphone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

On an empty stomach

Bitches is artificially duck

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

Nowadays you look empty, ya love runnin on a low supply

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

I think you and your friends