This is a song about "Empty pocket"

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

You easy stealing picked pocket,

But i like you like..like a lil bit

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

No patience, like a empty hospital

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

Profit it's a empty closet

After that moscato hit

Ninety percent of words spoken are empty.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Keep a gram in my pocket,

I make them ho's strip