This is a song about "Empty pocket"

On an empty stomach

Say you don’t do what

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

Keep a gram in my pocket,

Now you got me hopped up on that

And i ain't goin' well

Then sit empty in hell

Profit it's a empty closet

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

I got a laptop in my back pocket

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty