This is a song about "Empty drems"

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

An empty box sitting on a shelf alone

Breakdancing to melle mel

Then sit empty in hell

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Being empty on the inside was his motivation.

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Walking with an empty purse

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

We put a wreath on niggas' career

Go over there right next to that empty beer

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

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Furthest from empty but still gonna burnout

Don’t know if i’m ‘posed to take you out