This is a song about "Empty people"

I'd rather sit empty in shelves

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Like a balloon...she's empty

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Dmv they know me well

Then sit empty in hell

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

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

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard