This is a song about "Empty drems"

Young money, cash money so strong, keep scorin’, i’ma bring it on home

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

Go over there right next to that empty beer

My life's based upon what i'mma do this year

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Walking with an empty purse

Then sit empty in hell

Dmv they know me well

And she throws up whatever she eats

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

Some niggas ain't got no luck

On an empty stomach

Empty all these bullets directly into your interior.

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader