This is a song about "Empty nights without fog"

Make the ladies' panties fog

And even if i'm broke, dog

Then sit empty in hell

The twin towers fell

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Fog in the room it's worthy of noting

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

I scream and jump around on couches while you sit and talk

Getting pissed off because everything is one big fog.

Profit it's a empty closet

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

No patience, like a empty hospital