This is a song about "Empty people"

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

I'm fucking fed up with my pockets being empty

Walking with an empty purse

Fuck all you haters

An empty purse, veins surgin, values stolen,

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Cops hit the block they start spilling intel till they empty

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

I know what you do with that

Profit it's a empty closet

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

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home