This is a song about "Empty drems"

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Then sit empty in hell

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

Profit it's a empty closet

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard