This is a song about "Empty eyes"

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Then sit empty in hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Like a balloon...she's empty

I’m tryna be low key

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Life seemed empty for a couple weeks.

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

Im confused on what to with this empty paper

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are